I didn't notice frustration while I read, I noticed a -need- one that is unconcious in its urgency. I can't say I've ever experienced an asthma attack, and I'm not sure if it felt like one while I read this, but I definitely felt something unsure. Maybe like you worked too hard to portray what comes so natural?
Hm, this is a interesting way to capture both an all-consuming love and an asthma attack into the same poem....I like it, the concepts work well together and the formatting really brings the emotions to light.
Any kind of cough would make me run to my mom. "Mom will I go to a hospital again?" "No..." "But I could die again, right?" "Don't worry about that, sweetheart." Since then I have a phobia of hospitals and all those overly white health buildings... people say "hospitals are where children are born, that a good thing!" but heck, I almost died twice in there.