In the Air:...Mohammed Michael Harfoush

In the Air:

 
In this drowsy,
Furled town
One can feel smothered
And weighed down
By such a heavy set of circumstances
Whirling ‘round.

Though her silence
Is enchanting,
“Mother Morning”
Starts her planning—
Stealing glances of the melancholy
Lives we’re damning.
Madness lingers in the air
And permeates through thoughts
We share—
As the facade of cheerfulness
Dissipates
All our cares.
© 2016 Mohammed Michael Harfoush