Because too many times I have fallen for Ideas,
Like World Peace,
Teenage Love,
And a World Class education.
I try to swallow it down,
im tired, and this is hard work.
The splinters of these dysfuntional emotions,
run down my throat in attempt to make it to my lungs.
Maybe,
locked in this closet,
my gasping breath and the ash from my last cigarette
will ease the pain,
of these memories that will never fade.
Some really strong images here. Too tired to even swallow. Splinters in your throat unable to make it to your lungs (love this one). And of course the last cigarette. I don't know why cigarettes are so interesting to me. I don't smoke. Nobody I know smokes anymore. Cigarettes are one of my biggest memories from my childhood...maybe that's it.
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