image credit DUST STORM BY STEPHANIE FROSTAD
The dust storms have clouded my lungs
Dunes of solitary ruminations.
Brewing heaps of scorched drab dirt
In my burrows of some unresolved sorrow.
They clog my pores of respiration
Choking me, on my phlegm of paranoia
In this exotic land of doldrums untold
Enthroned by fear, I live my peasant life
Trying to rise a feet above the soil!
Oppressed by the rulers of my own democratic ink.
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