Smoke

Shrouds of smoke;

Spreads as if there is no boundary.

Raises up; engulfing the entire space.

Lacking discipline; without a thought for anything else.

I sigh! I fume! What do I do?

Let it rise up and choke?

Or run away to an eternal freedom?

The smoke; its enticing.

What is it that attracts me?

Like a moth attracted to a flame.

There is nothing but destruction.

Is it glamorous to play with danger?

Or the rush in head for thrill?

Choking on the words that I so wanted to say.

Drowning in the thoughts that was never shared.

But it seems that I love everything

That will kill me gradually.

An unseen scar, an unheard whine.

Knowing all the while; it will kill.

Its alluring; to be burnt away

Like an incense; holy it seems.

Serving a purpose; however I know

It’s a suicide.

I will still enjoy till my last breath.