The midnight Cigarette

By Sentient Ignorance

As the night flashes by
a blur
a sigh
a muffled cough
I think again about the stars
what do they hold for me

This trauma called life
a stab
a prod
a misleading lie
I remember my existance
and wonder where i am

Inhaling the perfume of death
a faggot
a smoke
a midnight cigarette
I cut myself on the inside
and add another scar to the list.

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Published on Monday, March 27, 2006. Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

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Comments on "The midnight Cigarette"

On Tuesday, November 27, 2018, carlosjackal (3016) wrote:

Immaculate rendering and expression.
On Saturday, July 21, 2007, Moonflower (301) wrote:

i love this.
On Tuesday, March 28, 2006, Gideon Lost (138) wrote:

Wow. Topher, your work matures in cohesiveness and style. This piece flows very conscience-ly. Is this "scar" on your bed post? Very, very, very good write. -Gideon
On Thursday, March 30, 2006, Sentient Ignorance (9) wrote:

Oh ya, i didn't answer your question. It means emotional scars, cut myself on the inside, ya know, like pain you can't see.
On Tuesday, March 28, 2006, Sentient Ignorance (9) wrote:

Aww, your just sayin that. Thanks Gideon and Elisa
On Monday, March 27, 2006, elisa (1616) wrote:

insomnia lingers thick in loneliness........a perfect correlation.