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.
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.
Nerves filled with iron
poised to strike
asking only direction
I breathe, search for calm.
Swallowed breath,
fingers that twitch,
flickering lids
habit cares not for sleep.