Some nights I sit to ponder to think,
smoke my toke and stay away from the drink.
I clear my head and slow up my thoughts,
hand my joint to the empty spot.
I let my mind fall into a scream,
into the past, imagination and into the dream.
Then the alarm goes off.
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Comments1
A feeling of sudden recognition of being alone comes through in this poem. Nicely penned
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