Amrani

by

Passion

Your dreams once burned

At the tip of your fingers

Like the end of the tobacco and wrapping

that waits between your fingers.

You inhaled democracy,

Freedom,

Family,

Speech.

And exhaled injustice,

Favoritism,

Elitism,

And restriction.

 

But the fire is getting closer to your fingers,

And the burn may begin to cost you something.

You chose to inhale too long,

And the buzz made you lose your mind’s clarity.

Affairs,

Wealth,

Prestige.

But where was that original spark?

 

You turn away your son back into the lonely night,

And you wonder what is next.

Will you pick up your pack

And light another,

Or will you merely leave this to

Smolder in the gutter?

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