Something in the Air Is Poison
There’s something wrong,
In the night air,
Something sharp,
Something unseen.
It burns slow,
Inside the breath,
Curling deep,
Into the chest.
It twists thought,
Bends the mind,
Leaves you cold,
Leaves you faint.
People cough,
People stare,
Sensing danger,
Without a name.
It hangs heavy,
Over streets,
Over doors,
Over dreams.
Something toxic,
Something cruel,
Turns each inhale
Into fear.
No one speaks,
But everyone knows,
The air tonight
Is not our friend.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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An exquisite personification of environmental dread, felt deep in the chest.