Midnight Cigarette

A fire flickers between my fingers,
fire that shapes frustrated feelings
into mere fumes,
that float away in freedom.

With every inhale I feel the stress
quickly slipping away.
How can something so sinful,
make me feel so sane?

A poison paints my lungs,
poison that permits patience within me
to escape this prison of poignance,
leading the way to peace.

I watch my salvation
slowly sizzle to an end.
I see it’s a murderer,
stealing me as its victim.

A drive pulses through my veins,
drive to mentally distance myself
from the dark days of the past,
to watch them dissipate

to nothing.