Zig-Zagging Through The Smoke!

Forgotten for the last decade,
Unless I had poem in my pocket to pull out.
Regardless of where I was in the city,
A flock of other people chose to flap their wings with me,
Until my flight became turbulent,
Zig-zagging back and forth while crashing with blunt force into earth again.
And again,
And again,
Each time a joint is lit by flames of a collision I could not prevent!

But,
Nowadays,
I’m ready for a meteoric rise,
Instead of being mediocre tied,
To a crash caused by a plethora of messes feared by,
An inner child I should’ve listened to.
An inner child telling me to put down the booze,
And smoke,
Before it’s too late to see a different view,
Of life where both chains on my wrists are broken…

One wrist may be free from it’s shackles that day I let go of a bottle I kept holding,
Over my head,
But,
One is still left splitting open!
Inch by inch,
The more I slam my fists onto the ground in repulsion,
For the darkest road I’ve ever taken with hope I’ll just…
Make it out alive…

Because,
Life is most than just a dime.
All this money spent towards a lie,
Will never be worth the price of each second lost from,
Being clouded by a woman who would leave you on a high!
After so much time together…
Gripping hands with another man as her everlasting stamp on those useless love letters…