Spare A F*g?

Slow burn, red glow.

Lost in a pinprick of light against the night sky.

Filling this chaliced vessel, vapid conversation drives the occasion.

Nothing special, no lime light to flail and flounder in.

Clinging to every word as if clinging to life.

The stench of it all filling the air, covering everything like a blanket.

The cravings and a never ending battle to no longer succumb to it.

Extinguish this light, let it burn no more.

Let it fade away, never to return. 

Fight the urge to give in, fight the urge to a slow suicide.

A desire to be free from these bonds that rob energy and strength.

A desire to be free from turbid little clouds encircling the dead.

Cold crisp night air seeps in beneath the door creeping slowly across the weeping floor.

It beckons to the fray, whipping at the edges of sanity.

Nerves drawn out wire thin, near to the breaking point.

There is no remorse for those sent off to the leper colony.

Standing, huddled together away from the rest of the flock, a pariah.

A bundle of sticks and twigs used to start a fire, a f*g.

Reviews

[Ronn Michael Salinas]

4th line is great. Great rhythm. Some of the words remind me of Metallica's writing :]

[realmwriter]

Thank you so very much, I truly appreciate it!

[Black Swan Poetry]

Clinging to every word as if clinging to life. Great line! Nice piece...

[CHRIS ANDES]

an out of the world thoughts..
..clever!?..

[realmwriter]

Thank you johnnyqueer and Crystal.

[johnnyqueer]

This is a really awesome poem! Nice work :)

[Crystal Marie Dreier]

This is amazing! I realy enjoyed it and can't wait to read more of your work!

[Betweenthekeys]

Awesome poetry.. I like the way you compare smokers huddled in tiny space away from everyone else to being sent off to a leper colony..

[joshua deathdealer]

This is excellent penning...xx

[Kenneth The Poet]

Major awesomeness.