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



3 Comments Add yours

  1. Noora says:

    Powerful poetry! Thank you for sharing.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Cora says:

    You’re very welcome!


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