He licked the side of the rolling paper,
As dusk settled in all around.
Pressed and sealed the edges together,
And put one end in his mouth.
“Click-click” the wick and the sparks ignited,
As he brought the flame towards his face.
The air turned grey and the tip was lighted,
And he drew it’s soul into his space.
And he held it in for a moment or so,
While it filled the void in his chest.
And rid his mind of his demons and foes,
And his anxious heart felt at rest.
Then out he pushed it, its effect subsiding,
It’s husk dissolved in the breeze.
The space again empty, with nothing residing,
But the sound of the wind through the trees.