
among the harsh reality down on earth?
Are you really awake,
or walking dead-like asleep?
The view I see is partially clouded
polluted minds and skies
make it so difficult so to speak.
I have little to do because you appear
fragile unable to hear me speak.
Warnings are around you
day or into the night.
Stalking and sneaking
to avail your goodness
hence despair increases and you unaware
as to why a sense of burden
pervades in the air.
Nostrils filled by pollution
a new word arises, an Asthmatic Affair.
Congestion bleeds subversion
a new thoroughfare.
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September 20th, 2016
Tags: Awake



