Dry Mouth At Night

Awoken, gagging,
Gasping for breath.
Regularly sound sleep
Stolen, by a coughed retch.

It’s always like that first time,
The panic-induced convulsions,
As though an obstruction
Lodged, cannot be freed.

And like a desiccated spoot,
Left lying in relentless sun,
A parched landscape
Tongued, to find damp relief.

Leave your thought.