Syd

Into 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

Comments1

  • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

    Very descriptive poem that completely captures the reader's emotions.

    It is so refreshing to read poetry that doesn't include hackneyed language. :-)

    • Syd

      Thank you so much for your kind comment Tamara. Apologies for the very late reply.

      - Syd



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