Mom
I sat on the porch with a lit cigarette
tears streaming down my face
Shock still ringing to my core...
I left unresolved anger, resentment, fear
harsh words said, that can't be taken back
Sitting and wondering what was it all for...
the smoke of my cigarette dances over my lips
as I curse this life I forged...
No one to blame but myself now...
I know you've found peace in passing...
but I'll sit here a bit longer wondering what it was all for
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