Af01 Stand Still Poem by Manonton Dalan

Af01 Stand Still



merging traffic to a bridge
is standing behind a pipe
that is continuously belching
i wonder what will i get; future
my lungs could turn black
or coated with slimy goo

is it lack of roads for us
or we go home same time
there are impatient people
around us who jump in front
which add more stress
on our thinning lungs lining

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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