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Alone at a bus stop one night I stood, And thoughts of my life soon turned to despair, At all I had done, and all I still could, I lit up a jack to lessen my care, No sooner had I exhaled the first puff, Than stood there a vision, a man entire, He spoke in a voice both smokey and gruff, And bade me to name my heart's true desire, "Tell me young man, what do you wish for?" "Release I wish from the boredom of life, I want to be free of the struggle for more, I'm restless in peace, but seek it in strife," I started to say, then paused for a drag, Spilling the smoke I went on with a breath, "These days at my job make me want to gag, If that's all there is then I wish for death." A moment of silence shared in the night, The dark form beside me once again spake, "I can't grant what you ask, try though I might, But one day your life I will surely take." The figure departed, gone in a flash, Vanished in flesh though still his voice lingers, Alone at a bus stop, clutching at ash, I stood in the dark with burning fingers.
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 2:03 AM UTC
Midnight Cigarette
Alone at a bus stop one night I stood, And thoughts of my life soon turned to despair, At all I had done, and all I still could, I lit up a jack to lessen my care, No sooner had I exhaled the first puff, Than stood there a vision, a man entire, He spoke in a voice both smokey and gruff, And bade me to name my heart's true desire, "Tell me young man, what do you wish for?" "Release I wish from the boredom of life, I want to be free of the struggle for more, I'm restless in peace, but seek it in strife," I started to say, then paused for a drag, Spilling the smoke I went on with a breath, "These days at my job make me want to gag, If that's all there is then I wish for death." A moment of silence shared in the night, The dark form beside me once again spake, "I can't grant what you ask, try though I might, But one day your life I will surely take." The figure departed, gone in a flash, Vanished in flesh though still his voice lingers, Alone at a bus stop, clutching at ash, I stood in the dark with burning fingers.
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 2:03 AM UTC
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