I wonder if anyone else inhales the smoke, dipped in the smell of burnt ashes and pollution.
Breathing it in and holding it
Almost hoping I am just taking another notch into my chopping block.
It doesn't get rid of the search for answers though does it?

I will continue to drink to burn the questions out of my throat,
I will inhale smoke and hope that some how, when it clears,
That I'll feel like my life has escaped this muggy fog that lingers in my head.

I won't have to continuously keep my tired eyes open on the stars,
I won't contemplate what's beyond the clouds and the sky.

I just want my mind to stop running.
Stop my heart from fearing what's next.
I just want some freedom from all this
For as long as I need that to be.