Tanner Istace

Rookie - 45 Points (Saskatoon)

A Smoke In The Hand Is Worth Not Concerning Myself With The Future. - Poem by Tanner Istace

let the smoke cleanse my mind
for that pure sight
let the smudge cleanse my soul
for a moment to see
far beyond myself
let the cold wind turn my
fingers to stone
and warm my heart to the disease
that was always there
'Comes meus fuit in illo miserrimo tempore'

Topic(s) of this poem: addiction


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 21, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 25, 2017


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