A Poem - My true fear
Deadly Fear
I don't fear death
"O Death, where is thy sting"
But I do fear
choking to my demise
Few times I've choked
embarrassing it is
Folk come running
to pat you on your back
That I don't like
it doesn't help one bit
Heimlich may help
that's not what here I fear
Rather in sleep
choking on my own spit
That might happen
when laying on my back
So evermore
I will sleep on my side
But could this be
a latent phobia
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Bjorn in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/06/chernobyl-and-our-fears.html?m=1
- A phobia? Won't know in my lifetime.
Labels: Eulogy, Poem, Story Poem
posted by Jim @ 6/29/2019 07:05:00 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Nic job jim
That is a valid fear, Jim. I choke often, on nothing at all. Very weird.
You have me worried now Jim, I always sleep on my back...perhaps tonight I'll try on my side!
I think it can be converted to a fear of the pain you death comes with... choking seems scaring for me too.
Good one Jim....not a phobia, just being sensible, I think.
hope, phobia will disappear soon...
Happy 4th July
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