Clove Smoke Catharsis
Lean against the night and laugh as I try to scale the walls.
Ingnored futility fills the air. Youre only there to watch me fall...
If only pure sweetness was offered, whys this bitter taste left
in my mouth?
If I could catch my breath just to exhale, Id know that I held
it in to long...
From above comes a faint smile, a new vantage such a view. Familiarity
now disowned.
Just sit and stare as I walk away.
