Metallic fumes
manufactured and cast into the skies
carried by falling winds
are drawn deep with ever inescapable breath
weighing down limbs,
slowing blood,
drawing man down into waking slumber
half closed eyes and closed minds.
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Rijul Ballal 
Nice poem. Stark reality. I couldn’t write a good enough poem 😦
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