Reqium of the Lost Cigarette

Everything created has a unwritten fate,
Until it is brought into this world,
Once here the fate is chosen and written,
There it shall remain until its path is complete.

The cigarette is made and brought to life,
Like the destiny of a butter knife to spread,
It has been created and soon will fulfil itself,
Embroided into a box of utter containment.

Hearing the lid open to realise itself,
Standing to attention to complete its fate,
Even though fire can bring so much pain,
It can be a blessing to an uneeded life.

Smaller and smaller it will become,
As the fire engulfs its life without remorse,
Losing itself and giving into its destiny,
Holding on for one last breath to survive.

Now it is gone and lost, forever forgotten,
Replaced by another to cover its memory,
Lost inside itself and deleted from the world,
The cruel world taking away a future undeserved.

Copyright (c) Matthew Neville 2005