I'm stuffed up and I can't breathe any more

I'm stuffed up and I can't breathe any more.
The doctor can't prescribe a single cure.
No medicine can heal this aching sore.

My ailing throat's the center, near the core,
a thrush of alphabetic phlegm, for sure.
I'm stuffed up and I can't breathe any more,

not like I used to breath, that time's no more,
when my chest's passageway was clear and pure.
No medicine can heal this aching sore,

this bottleneck jammed up against the door-
way of my throat, where words are lured.
I'm stuffed up and I can't breathe any more.

The root cause is the heart, this is the core,
where heartburn's sulfur singe, far from demure,
that medicine can't heal this aching sore.

I need to speak to him, yet he no more
can hear, and I no longer can endure.
I'm stuffed up and I can't breathe any more.
No medicine can heal this aching sore.

(C)2008, Christos Rigakos