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In Soot I Sleep

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On a bench by the green canal
One wonders why another should
Fill their lungs with ash and smoke
Picked by the misfortunate
whose fingers are numbed by nicotine?

With sulphur and brimstone
Coating alveoli in a sooty blanket
Snuggling with the minions of Hades
Only to blacken your chimney
‘Til no sweep can wipe the clouds away.

Drowning in rumbles of grey thunder and
The growls of a repressed throat
Grasping
For the last
Bit of
Clean
Air
Left.

Scraping the tar from your teeth
The blood from your tongue
The sunflower glow from your fingertips
As you watch from your house
Looking over the canal.

The opiate helps you let go of that weakened hand
And the last thing you see in the purple twilight
Under the glow of the moon and amongst wilting petals
Is an unlit cigarette, and you wonder

How long do we have left in the world?
One poem a day challenge until the Irish release of The Fault in Our Stars in the cinema.

The title is taken from a poem by William Blake.

Inspiration drawn from The Fault in Our Stars, by John "the Awesome" Green.

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mushroomsfaerie's avatar
William Blake reference?
You wrote this poem beautifully. It is like a modern version of "The Chimney Sweeper"
Then, opiate, nicotine, melancholy, sorrow. Like!