like unattended cigarettes in an ashtray.
Teetering on the edge of collapse.
Threatening to fall into the abyss
of wasted oblivion,
leaving nothing but a trail of scattered ashes,
soon to be sucked into a vacuum.
Future obscured by the smoky air of forgetfulness.
Present dimmed by simple indifference.
Putrid stench of past decisions made.
Choking on consequences
and coughing up the remains of what once was.
Hearts blackened by anger.
Lungs blackened by years of
living in an ashtray,
huddled side by side with
wasted filters of existence.
All drowning in a sea of bitter ashes.
Suffocating on memories of the touch of sweet lips,
never to be touched again.
Just sitting with those wasted filtered nothings,
dreading (maybe hoping for) the moment of being dumped
like the trash they are,
like the garbage they ever will be.
Thrown into the ever-increasing numbers of lost souls
in the land of no one gives a shit.