Smoke words every day.

Hidden in layers of mist⁣Fleeting sights of honesty⁣Morse code reverberates ⁣‘Seek a little help’⁣I leave behind parts of me⁣To chase the revered unseen⁣The wound hurts ⁣for the sake of hurting⁣‘Find me to heal’⁣The body wishes for sleep⁣The eyes for clarity⁣The mist offers none ⁣Only rain brought to my feet⁣⁣A luminous glimmer ⁣of a possible crown…