Blighted Breath

Title: Blighted Breath

In a council home, their refuge invites despair,
Where black mould creeps, poisoning the air.
A couple disabled, their lungs weak and frail,
Struggle to breathe in this dank, moldy jail.

Each wheeze a reminder of their gloomy plight,
Trapped within walls, consumed by endless fright.
Their pleas for help unanswered, abandoned and ignored,
As the dampness clings, their spirits remain floored.

Days turn to years, still their suffering persists,
Every breath a battle, as hope slowly desists.
The black mould thrives, a haunting presence unseen,
Stealing their health, leaving wounds that won’t convene.

An invisible enemy, silently it consumes,
Their dreams and aspirations, enshrouded in gloom.
With strength they fight, resilience their sword,
But their council home’s curse remains untoward.

Broken and beaten, their spirit hangs by a thread,
Longing for freedom, release from this dread.
For every disabled soul, let their plight be known,
For no one deserves to face this torment alone.

Keywords: disabled couple, black mould, breathing difficulties, council home, damp, suffering.