Slow Burn by Corey DroverRings around my head
Not halos for they
dissapate too quickly
Their fluid motions
in the air remind me
of clouds somehow
The slow but mild burn
in my throat shows
me that I am alive
It's a sick pleasure
Puff some more on it
and learn the simple
things in life that
can make one happy
It whiles away in
between my fingertips
as I compose
The steady falling of ash
like some slow moving
dried out waterfall
Many discourage it
Their words louder than love
I shall not be dissuaded
from my own choices
My pitfalls are my own
The subtle end
That last inhale
And what to do next
True magic is to find
true happiness in such
a simple act 06/27/2002 Posted on 06/27/2002 Copyright © 2024 Corey Drover
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