Chest


My lungs have always felt tight,
Long before I smoked.
My chest has always ached.
The pressure has always been there.
Permanently in a locked position, waiting for the next bad thing...
Tight, so they are braced.
Locked so they are secure.
Painful, so I'm alert.

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