A peaceful companion
I find in myself.
Today’s woes are slipping away.
Smoke drifts through the air.
A forgotten warm beer.
Mary-Jane takes her place,
centre stage.
.
The path has blurred.
Busy hands occupying time,
while thoughts wander.
Rebuilding life
around the emptiness
she left behind…
How?
A pipe full of courage
gives the illusion of strength,
while the smoke blows in the wrong direction.
A shattered soul
clings to the numb.
Terrified of a reality
built upon the ashes
of devastation.
Broken hearted,
and lost.
.