Time passes me in many ways ,
Like smoke from a burning cigarette ,
Swirling up into the air,
With no clear directions,
My lungs are tortured with nicotine ,
For the last few years…..
Rolling palls of cigarette smoke as I go,
Smoking like a steam locomotive ,
Dry coughs spill the silent nights ,
Piercing the stillness in rapturous waves ,
Strong emotions holding back the tensions ,
Weakening my health by the day….
Hard to see in endless screens of smoke,
Puffing like a factory chimney ,
As I burn my lungs away ,
Foul odors filled my space that never falters ,
For I am an idiot trying to be in control ,
as I am burning my life away….
Dry as the funeral drums ,
As I am laid to rest, six feet under ,
Wonder why my life gone up in smoke ,
Leaving love ones in tears ,
Fading away in reluctant apprehension,
Legacy marked only by a pathetic tomb stone….
Tofu the Cat.