Pollution

Extinguished. 

Justifiably,

Left here to die.

Defenceless.

Wilting,

Burning,

Perishing.

Wasting away 

In the unfamiliar

Heat

of an ever increasingly

unforgiving

sun. 

No more food

Or water

to go 

around.

Far too weak

to even 

reach

for it 

If there was any 

left. 

A thick musky dust 

Hangs heavy 

in the 

air. 

Such

conscious 

and 

continuous

struggle

simply

just

to

manage 

to

breath. 

What a 

gradual 

and 

agonising 

armageddon

it is. 

And that’s just 

me.

Hungover.

Sprawled out 

on a bench 

by the pool.

First rough morning 

in the 

almost 

unforgiving

heat 

of the 

Cambodian 

sun. 

 

Imagine what our future may hold.