"a story at the end of this cigarette"

i continually try to put myself in others shoes to embrace their vantage no matter how different from mine. never judge a person, for you don't know where they've been or where they're going.

my loneliness is masked

by your comforting smog

a familiar daze, a continual dance.

 

burying myself in your pleasure,

but the deeper i go,

the darkness becomes

my reality.

 

in search for a cure

for all my burdens so full,

i run to you, i crave you.

 

my questioning reality comes with your

whispering hue,

blocking out my sense overtaken by you.

 

my reason for passion

i roll up each day,

can be seen in my history

a sorrowful display.

 

i ask only for five dollars for your sympathy

and a cigarette,

for each time i exhale,

i wish my sorrow, pain, regret

somehow fade in the smoke

that has become

 

my life.

Reviews

[NoelleRash]

I love imagery of smoke. I love the ambiguity of this. I kind of thought it seemed like a dark story of love, a lover who cannot stay away from some poisonous person, but it also seems like its about an addiction. Nonetheless there is something there sucking the life out of this person and the tale is beautifully told.