The air was still
In the mornings when I would
Sip coffee at the picnic table
Watch the fog lift
And run my fingers along the wooden grooves.

A moment of peace and solitude
Before chaos would ensue.

Day after day, time after time
We would face our fight,
Head on and with a passion.
We wouldn't always win,
No, but we never did back down.
We were conquerors.

The air was still in the evenings
When we would light the last cigarette in the pack
And make our way to the highest point we could find
To remind us why we live this life.

But as the story goes,
And we knew it would,
The sun did set
A final time.






◄ Caged

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