I wrote this poem in my head while having a walk and writing it down as I remember it. Rambles from a mad mind..
Lost in a nighttime walk
I step outside,
it's cold,
it's dark..
What a perfect way to reflect my mood.
I don't know where I want to go, but I know I don't want to be here
I just start walking,
no direction,
no destination..
I take out my cigarettes,
and I know I shouldn't,
but I need it,
I crave it,
right now I can't be without it.
I light up,
I hear the familiar crackle and smoke fills my lungs,
for a split second I don't feel horrible,
incorrigible to everything I do to try and help myself
but it's only fleeting..
The shit just comes back and goes in..
circles and..
circles and..
circles and it just won't stop.
I want it to stop.
I don't recognize where I'm at,
but I don't care.
I want to get lost..
lost in my thoughts,
in the streets,
going from streetlight to streetlight.
I light up another cigarette and feel the nicotine rush into my head.
What a silly thing..
smoking..
Just another absurdity in this mad world I'm trying to understand.
I don't remember the last few blocks,
I don't know how long I've been walking..
I hope I get lost..
Have a good day..
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