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Craving a Smoke
I’m craving a smoke
I’m craving a drag, a poisonous and toxic puff of smog
to fill my empty lungs to
pass the time to
feel the burn in my throat. I fill my body with
solitude
and meditate in cramped spaces with no air.
Lightheadedness
I hope one day you find what you are looking for but I still won’t
count my blessings. Despair is
an art
and I
try too hard sometimes to ignore pain.
And other times to fill my lungs with
a kind of tragic beauty
that kills.
I know you too feel the endless bitter burn of existence, I know your
melancholy
Oh too well. I’m in love with my suffering now, are you?
The way it
scratches too soft, too hard, tickles and then subsides. The way it
travels through your veins and insides, fills you with
all sorts of burns and bruises but
I’m just craving a smoke right now.
Copyright ©
M. A. Ceilidh
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