Bad Air

The title actually sums it up... In a different language.

The incessant hum at night,
Annoyance, anger at this blight.

A pin prick with no pain,
Darkness enters the violated vein.

It spreads to its goal,
Undetected until it reaches the soul.

And from there its little shrouds profound the essence of life,
A darkened stream, in enveloped strife.

Sweat stains cloth,
Shivers rattle a loft.

Silencing children and those that carry such.

Death dawning on youth,
From lively fighting,
To eternal slumber -


The End

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