A rising smoke of cloud feels stray
Slowly, the cigarette burns in tray
It snatches away all those years
Leaves me broken with my tears
For all those memories fade away
While, to this burning, I fall a prey
The remnants of my soul pass by
In front of my eyes, for I don't try
I keep on smoking this pain away
Loosing myself in smoke so gray
The falling ashes display my heart
It's withering slowly and falls apart
In dance of smoke and fire, I sway
Drunken, with my dreams, I play
Oh darling! See, what you've done!
Now you're glad that you've won??
You have stopped this hopeful ray
I am like dirt, aren't I made of clay?
You've hurt me all the best you could
I am burning like a withering wood
And I'd be a 'no one', just one day
Like this cigarette that fades away
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Nostalgia | ✔
PoésieHighest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016] ~Nostalgia~ It's delicate, but potent. The pain from an old wound. A twinge in your heart.. Far more powerful than memory alone A feeling of a place Where we... Ache To Go Again. -My thoughts. My word...
