Thinking While Smoking
What was once a raging failure
seems a petty waste; remorse can
weaken. Grazing fire is later,
harder, wilder; the fate of man.
Black is thought oppressed by guilty
feelings fiercely clinging, pressed by
life and fearing people. Built he
blazing mobs, a thoughtless lie.
Built he walls of doubt and reckless
anger, built he towers facing
east. The sun is now a careless
body, hiding cold and pacing.
Leave the failure tied around my
mind to feel a cut, a scaring
left to feed and grow anew by
creeping slowly through my thinking.
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Jake A. | Year Posted 2016
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