Last of the Pack

When inspiration strikes me, I'll be ready for it. Until then, enjoy this!

Your embrace is what I long for,
But I know it won't last long.
Still I slave away to get you,
Still I crave your toxic fumes.

You cannot stay here forever,
Soon you'll take your leave.
I don't know what I'll do
When this dreadful time has come.


You burn harsher than my desire,
Your ashes scatter in the wind.

I inhale your essence.
Hold it.
Then release.
I feel you work your magic.

Is it ironic that my heart beats for you,
When you may be what will stop it?
Is it pathetic that without you
my entire world shifts?

No.

We belong together.

When you met me you were not alone,
But the rest have long-since been missing.

So now, my friend, your time has come

Now I'm all out of smokes.

Author's Note

Just not feelin' it today. First time I've ever structured a poem like this.

Reviews

[Scott Durham]

Your balance of imagery against the pace here is PER-F*****G PER-FECT! I count this as your best work so far. I love how you pulled me in under the cliche of so many other dreary droopy Robert Smith jump off a building devotionals. F*****g A you have talent.

[Saint No-One]

There's an excellent flow to this, the structure really feels like breath held gasps from smokers lungs.

[Everett DeValle]

Awesome thoughts...I felt like that before when I was a teen...really, if I had to give advice, to a young man beginning their life in their twenties...don't smoke...but to each their own. :)

Nice write.

[Richard Man]

Sacha, great thoughts. I feel your love/hate realtionship. Only when you are there can one appreciate the delusions. You like I started very young, choosing, abusing, using ... they became your first lover until they became you, until they defined you as you. It's s**t having to rebuild yourself but believe-you-me it's great when you do.