I don’t want to write for just anyone.
But yet I want everyone to see.
My writings are unique to me,
Not made for cliche publicity.
But as I move on and spread the ink across these pages,
I want to make a difference
And create a life that brings in wealth
And a stable way of being.
I say I buy my “last” pack of cigarettes,
But are they?
So much regret,
As I light the tip
Of what I thought was at its end.
Hiding in the corner
Where not one person can find,
With my thoughts that are only to my detriment.
‘Don’t tell me what I already know.’
But the knowing is what eats me alive.