Sense Sonnet - Acher

Swallow of Sorrow

I am at home and all alone,
Swallowing a vitamin pill.
I feel it lodge in the gulp zone,
And it will not budge from stucksville.
Unable to breathe, I panic.
My throat is locked and will not clear.
I'm getting dizzy and frantic.
My situation is severe.
On the phone, I punch 911.
An operator's on the line.
But no response from me is done.
For now unconsciousness is mine.

Unknown of dying brings such dread.
That fades away with known of dead.