Soliloquies

In the smoke of cannabis induced haze Whispers of ogres & imps of bygone age Laughter echoes, Fallen angels by the side Of friends left behind… And of memories washed ashore A few tokes one too many Broken blinds of my windows Someone is peeping in now Its just light… Darkness seemed comforting Of the many nights of insomnia Some dreams are best seen awake Stoned! But respite is none Lines don’t rhyme… am I the one? Who is crying? Tears are just, wasted stains Melancholy is a form of pastime Nostalgia a derivative of self