You'll vanish like ash breathed into air.
Without being, before you became, to going.
From nowhere, staying somewhere until disappearance is a place too.
And vacancy was the new meaning of occupated.
Straying.
And you'll just be another cigarette with ash flicked into the air
Author's Notes: Hello I hope everyone is well this is my Sunday poem. Good bye for now fellow writers, and readers alike~
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The Psychological Poetry Collection©~
PoesíaThese are my poems that take on subjects and topic's like depression, schizophrenia, addiction, and other mind-blogging disorders and the like of emotions. I hope you enjoy all the poetry offered here. Art is by:KidChan~
