Her Burning Skies

A single soul,
A single flame,
A single puff,

My friend yearns for relief,
My friend draws a deep breath,
My friend whispers in clouds,

She reaches out in flames,
She reaches out to no one,
She reaches out to death,

Her only friend the cigar,
Her only escape the cigar,
Her only fate the cigar,

I watch as she buys her trust,
I watch as she slowly burns away,
I watch as she turns to dust,

From dust she came,
From dust she draws,
From dust she returns.


This is a work I made as a way to understand a few of my close friends who instead of turning to others, relies only on addictions as comfort
and I am watching them slowly burn away.