Up in smock

I tock a sharp inhale of my cigarette before exhaling the smoke, I was peacefully began strolling around the city. I had no destination it was just a peaceful stroll...

dispute not having a destination I ended up going somewhere familiar, A place I try to avoid yet I always end up visiting.

I was at a graveyard and in front of me is my sons grave. I looked at it with dead eyes. looking at the grave I can't help but be reminded how I failed my only son, how I allowed him to suffer by the hands of the woman that I use to love.

I pulled out another cigarette and lit it, " I'm sorry" I said in a whisper before turning my back to my sons gave, my eyes began to water and before I knew it it I was crying, dispute my tiers I continued walking, that walk becoming a jog, that jog becoming a sprint.

I didn't know why but I began running, I booted out of the graveyard in tiers, I ran as fast as I could not caring if everyone saw me in such a pitiful state, I ran, and ran, and, ran I ended up at a crossroad I continued running entering the crosswalk and before I knew it I blacked out.