whiter shade of pale - the teenage years

cigarette smoke curled toward the sky

tears rolled from each eye

i asked of the moon if there would be a day when the pain 

didn't congest my thoughts and throat 

supple lips murmured prayers through quivers

a misused hand dangled over the railing 

which kept me on the sill

mostly against my will

into the octagonal courtyard

glowing into the brick cyclinder

where my window sucked in the blue light 

it was the only place i had to see the stars and sky 

like rapunzel looking from the window of the tower

i hope for a prince

knew none would come 

like a woman of the world i gathered my thoughts

knew none would come

a bag regret and abuse

little more that a silk purse full of lint

i waited for the moment to pass

promising each cigarette would be the last

but as they were my only companions

i sucked in their poison welcoming their ominous promise