Last of the PackA Poem by Sacha DavisonWhen inspiration strikes me, I'll be ready for it. Until then, enjoy this!
Your embrace is what I long for,
But I know it won't last long. Still I slave away to get you, Still I crave your toxic fumes. You cannot stay here forever,
Soon you'll take your leave. I don't know what I'll do When this dreadful time has come. You burn harsher than my desire, Your ashes scatter in the wind. I inhale your essence. Hold it. Then release. I feel you work your magic. Is it ironic that my heart beats for you, When you may be what will stop it? Is it pathetic that without you my entire world shifts? No. We belong together. When you met me you were not alone, But the rest have long-since been missing. So now, my friend, your time has come Now I'm all out of smokes. © 2012 Sacha DavisonAuthor's Note
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Added on December 17, 2012Last Updated on December 17, 2012 AuthorSacha DavisonNEW BRUNSWICK, CanadaAboutA collection of content, largely unedited, that I have created over the years. Most pieces currently posted are from my teenage years. more..Writing
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