Wavering quills

It’s been years since the last poem
The poet in question has lost breath

A cigarette to calm the nerves
I’ll carry you, through the ages
and deep into your demise

Take me.

Wake up to a world of illusion
and see that life is a mirage of truth
I watch as the sun rose
and the moon take it’s place

I remember the words
scribbled on a piece of paper
It did not belong to me
but those words were mine
and these voices too.

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