Tea & Toast

I let my pain wither away

Until it was dry and

I rolled it up and smoked it

And passed it to you

To take a hit from

Drawn into your lungs

It blew your mind

With its ordinariness

Why did you let this bother you?

How did it have such a hold?

Now it is up in smoke

It is hard to know why

Our nightmares can seem so real

At 3 am, but we

Release them over tea and toast

So why does this ghost remain?

It’s time to go

Be free

Neither of us should stay here

Thoughts

How many thoughts bother us? What do we hold on to? What lies do we tell ourselves about who were are? This cemetery is filled with people like us who all had worries and concerns, poor self image and feelings of inadequacy. They don’t seem that worried anymore.