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In To The Fumes

Words flow like worms
Swept along in the silt
Of murky river beds
No match for the current
And content
Of a cluttered unfiltered head

Moments perish like daffodils
Fragile to a stiff
Spring breeze
Petals turn dark to auburn
Permiated with jaundice
Depicting decaying disease

Ferrous dust lines lungs
Along with choking
Metallic fumes
Time ticks in slow motion
Steel faced suppressed emotion
As impending doom looms
Written by Syd (False Sense)
Published
Author's Note
I wrote this poem when I was diagnosed with liver disease. I work in a welding environment, hence the choking metallic fumes etc.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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