The Common Vein

Lyrics
Pneumonia The Clogged Space

Deep within the lung’s soft hush, a million tiny spheres The alveoli, clean and bright, with walls so whisper thin. They welcomed in the morning air, a vital, open room Where oxygen danced, light and free, chasing the gloom.

But then a shadow, dark and low, a tiny, unseen foe The bacteria, sly and swift, began their silent show. They claimed the space where air had flowed, each tiny sac began to fill With pus and fluid, thick and grey, the chambers closed and still.

Oh, when the space becomes too full, brimming to the very top The vital breath, it struggles now, the life-blood starts to stop. No room for air, no room for light, a battle fought inside A quiet panic, deep and vast, where life had once been wide.

The body fought, but strength would wane, as sickness spread instead A fever burned, a cough began, a struggle now to draw deep. Then science came, with wisdom keen, a hero in the fray The antibiotics, sharp and pure, to chase the foe away.

They sought the dark, they found the blight, the tiny horde would fray The pus receded, slowly drained, the chambers opened wide As oxygen, a welcome guest, could finally reside.

Oh, when the space begins to clear, from brimming to the top The vital breath, it flows again, the struggle starts to stop. More room for air, more room for light, the essence found inside A grateful sigh from healing walls, where health can now abide.

And so the lungs, they breathe anew, a lesson understood How precious is the open space, for life to do its good.

 

Poem
The Clogged Space

Deep in the lung’s soft hush, a million spheres, The alveoli, bright, with whisper-thin walls, Welcomed the morning air to chase all fears, A vital, open room where oxygen calls.

But then a shadow, a tiny, unseen foe, Bacteria, sly, began their clogging show. They claimed the space where clean air used to flow, And tiny sacs began to fill and grow With pus and fluid, thick and grey and still, As all the chambers clogged against their will.

When the space becomes too full, brimming to the top, The vital breath, it struggles, starts to stop. No room for air, no room for light, a battle fought inside, A quiet panic, deep and vast, a passage now denied. A fever burned, a cough began, a sickness spread instead, A weary body, strength grown thin, a struggle for each thread Of breath.

Then science came, a hero in the fray, Antibiotics, sharp and pure, to chase the foe away. They sought the dark, they found the sickly blight, The tiny horde would fray before their light. The clog receded, slowly drained, the chambers opened wide, As oxygen, a welcome guest, could finally reside.

The space began to clear, the fight to stop, The vital breath, no longer to prop A failing system, but to flow inside, Where health and light could finally abide. And so the lungs, they breathe anew, A lesson understood, profound and true: How precious is that open, airy place, For life to win the fight, and keep its pace.