I remember the first time I saw the shadow of smoke

I stood in a playpen

while the adults made jokes

They laughed so strangely

With coughing involved

I wondered vaguely.

The fun in it all

The second time I saw the shadow of smoke

I think I was,
about nine years old

As I walked down a big ol hill,

A motor bike flew by
the man was killed.

The passersby gasped and yelled

Broken pieces were every where

But my eyes would only stare at the  shadow smoke that lingered there.

It had such a glimmer without the glare..

The way it danced and swayed with air

How it grew,
unfurled
without a care..

A devastating loss, yes.
Life is unfair.

The third time I saw the shadow of smoke

I was playing outside,
Oh the teenage life

We thought we knew it all
We were always right...

These wires sparked!
They hit a tree,
stuck on the bark

With a little breeze,
it was fall,
so dried out leaves

The sight was something I couldn't leave
Even tho my younger brother pulled on my sleeve..

It was our fault the shadow smoke lost control,

But I wanted to watch the glory glow.

The fourth time I saw the shadow of smoke,

It was pretty late I was out at work

The type of job where the boss is a ****,

We all had bills, a salty perk.

The day was gloomy dark filled with danger

Yet I knew,
I was no stranger..

Offered by the hand of another man

There it was,

the creator

that leaves us dammed.

Rather than deny the holy lie

I puckered my lips and let it inside.

A harsh yet soothing taste
a cough,
with a red face.
They laughed, like it's a game.

So I locked them up and walked away

I could hear them screaming my name

So I looked back at my display,
The world will finaly know my rage,
Is what I thought with a hateful gaze.

For I had locked 5 people in,

The shadow smoke,


would soon begin.