8 A.M.

Air does not fill
my lungs as it once did,
with the power to take and give life

It simply flows as a river
does
with no single destination,
but simply to come and go

Performing its duty day
in and day out

Creating a shell of a human
where a human once was

Whereas, fluid fills my lungs,
wakes me up, makes me whole
but, I do not wish to die drowning

And so air will have to do,
although it no longer fills my lungs as it once did