Tiny Particle
Oh you can’t see me
Touch me, but I’m there
Born in the bosom of the molten furnace
My radiant verdant glow is Naked to the human eye.
But I glow like uranium 235 and plutonium, or that other
Radioactive metal you just inhaled.
Take a guess what am I
Wrong !!!
But a trepidation to your Health
Only to slither through your respiratory system.
Evolving like Pokémon
Into asthma or that other
Respiratory infection no one can spell
Guess once more.
Wrong. !!! again
While your guessing I will continue to darken your once clear skies.
As I evolve into Freddy
Only to stalk your dreams. Lurking ever so long.
What am I.
The problem you haven’t got the guts to solve
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