الأحد، 23 ديسمبر 2018

The Joke



When enough time has 
Passed, even blue flames
Die out eventually 
In a while we forget the 
Smell of smoke, its fading gray
Mixed with the mist of 
The world we know, see
Time is that delinquent 
Friend that drags love 
Into trouble after midnight
And returns home alone
At daybreak
We always tend to rely on
Redress being ready in its
Uniform at all times
For the calling of pine 
But wait long enough, my child, and 
There will be nothing left 
To save
Pride devours the remaining
Crumbs of Ardor, sits
With a bloated belly in a dark corner
While time chuckles as it
Lights a cigarette.





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