shaddows falling into place

i wrote this on a summers evening smoking my last 2 ciggarettes to pass time and sharing mythaughts with those who i have lost into the sky

i watch the moonlit sky , the smoke rises from my lips as i exhale the intoxicating fumes of my ciggarette

the little death stick that keeps me sane in knowing it will e the death of me

the shaddows seem to fall into place like the last piexce of the jigsaw from under the sofa

the little thing you spend hours looking for and then turns up in your wallet next to the solitary 2 p coin

the shadows dance and leap from spot to spot

and they still swing and swirve all over the sidewalk , time passes and as i get aquanted with the spot

in which i have been sat for hours by now i realise it is not me that should change to the world

but the world that should change for me and the moon in the sky agrees byy the flickering of its soul light

behind the clouds of the sky

and the beautiful stars fade and fall to nothing and still im sat here wondering

lighting my second death stick if tonight was worth it

and whilst my lungs scream at me to stop i just keep on breathing and return to the safety of my home

and once more the shadows faal

right back into place

Author's Note

more meaningfull than it shows my way of a good bye to those i have lost r.i.p

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