Lies the Faults

This poem pretty much sums up how s****y I've been feeling. Desperate, some would say. Enjoy

I want to be like the smoke

I exhale from my cigarette

swirl and fly until I

eventually blend into this

oxygen cocktail we need to survive

I want more out of life

I don't want to be dormant

I want to see like the air

move like the sea

feel the heat as the fire burns

know as earth to which

will provide serenity

Of which we choose to

ignore, in which

lies the faults; our ignorance.

To which becomes our demise

 

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think. I need some motivation to improve and keep writing..