Rings of Smoke

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

rings of smoke

have you ever noticed,
hypnotizing,swirling,
rings of smokes,
cloudy,unclear,undefined,
like the future,
born in embers,
did you see,my friend,
the fire between my fingers?

or the fire in my heart,
one that burns itself out,
every day,every night,
every moment,
consuming itself,
fuelled by me,burning me from inside,
did you ever see that in my eyes?

seeds of destruction,
sown inside,
growing in the soul,
did you never notice,
chaotic ramblings,
and tussles of a struggling conscience,
trying to break free?

did i ever introduce you,
to the lover,
the one who is destroyed,
by his own passion?
did you ever meet him,
waiting to take your hand,
and lead you in the dance of passion?

chaotic ramblings,
deathwishes of a tired soul,
burnt out,or burning,
what is the difference,
if you do not care?
we live life in dreams,
sheltered in the arms of fancy,
obscured from reality-
by the rings of smoke.

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