
Lives
Consuming with extreme heat
like unattended cigarettes in an ashtray.
Wavering on the edge of breakdown.
Taking steps to fall into the chasm
of squandered obscurity,
leaving only a path of dispersed remains,
destined to be sucked into a vacuum.
The cloudy atmosphere of forgetfulness obscures the future.
Simple indifference dimmed the present.
Foul smell of past choices made.
Stifling outcomes
also, hacking up the remaining parts of what used to be.
Fingers with stains.
Souls stained.
anger has darkened their hearts.
Lungs that had spent years living in an ashtray, huddled together with the useless filters of existence, had turned black.
In a sea of bitter ashes, everyone is drowning.
Choking on recollections of the bit of sweet lips,
at absolutely no point ever to be contacted in the future.
Just sat there with those filtered, wasted nothings, dreading (or perhaps anticipating) their eventual disposal as the garbage they are and will always be.
Tossed into the always expanding quantities of lost spirits
in the place that is known for nobody cares a lot.
About the Creator
Hasan Raza
I just started writing as i been through a lot of problems so it really helps in reliving stress I mainly write fiction and biographies my favorite books are:
1 In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust
2 War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy


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