Alone, in front of the expanse of black, <br />Light from the side but faith no more, <br />A moment to ponder before I crack, <br />And I reach for the pain without a sore. <br /> <br />It eludes me, that devious and sly thought, <br />Leaving the notion of immense disease, <br />A smile - receiving the item that I sought, <br />But it's a lie - I'm brought to my knees. <br /> <br />One, the sender, blinks and turns away, <br />Finding solace in personal deceptions, <br />Letting this helpless being cry and stray, <br />Upon the brink of futile conceptions. <br /> <br />Once - just maybe - there had been the rose, <br />Impish grins shining to respond in aluminum, <br />But the heart - it feels what the mind knows, <br />Sensing pain in edifices and a small crumb. <br /> <br />Falling, now, with no signs of stopping known, <br />Occasional hints with the facade of light to see, <br />Snapping and breaking every single bone, <br />Yet one would see an untouched body. <br /> <br />Light - the purifying source of all knowledge and lies, <br />Those Mundane objects re-attaching mortal debts, <br />Here - no, perhaps there, light returns and deeply sighs, <br />Streaming the curling smoke of darkened cigarettes.<br /><br />Danielle Arsuaga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkened-cigarettes/
