Poetry

The gray fumes.


Nicotine addled neurons,

Hypnotized gaze, trusting yet wary,

Slowly, suppressing the fire within.

The night lamp burns down,

Draining what he’d thought was his to keep,

Dreams and reality intermixed.

An owl hooted, breaking the train,

He paused, trying to collect,

Something that was never his.

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