Midnight Cigarette
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1 min readDec 6, 2015
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.