Dreaded Fume

By October 29, 2019 No Comments

Sitting paralyzed and crippled by my biggest enemy while holding a stick of cigarette, which boiled my blood and intensified my adrenaline.
I Looked petrified, I requested for another shot of dry gin . I felt numb and wanted to liquidate that stateless feeling.
No feeling was the worst of it, I prefer pain or joy, not noting. I never felt worthy as I watched my dreams and aspiration defuse like the fume I pumped out. For many years, I feared and dreaded one thing, the fear of the unknown. Caged and held back, I constantly watched my dreams fade away.


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