(Poem) Air Trappers


Clean, fresh, but poisoned


It’s spread all over whitout borders


Growing the chains,


It slowly spreads across the body


The invisible chain enfettering

 


Run under authoritarian directives


a little wobbly, it’s hard to survive


Move by the rules, prolonged saturated


Caught in a self-fight


Should I go out? I think yes


What will happen?


Am I going to die?


 

Soul drained at the same point


Almost the wreckage penetrated the limits of sanity


Struggling to fill with screen and prayers, though


Doesn’t satisfy all the wishes,


That’s how you survive in a false air


(Semarang, 15 Juli 2021)

[Ayu Laila]

Pengurus ULC periode 2020-2021


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