A taste of the past

How difficult to hold onto one’s identity

Even the smoke from my cigarette escapes from me

*

No use fighting the demons,

They’re seered into my skin

No use burning, the pain is within

*

And the smoke in my lungs fixes nothing

Never managed to choke the beast inside

That fights to run back to you

*

March 8th

(21:11)

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Noora says:

    Powerful poetry! Thank you for sharing.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Cora says:

    You’re very welcome!

    Like

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