A cigarette burns, deep and slow
In the night its embers glow
Smooth fumes aggregate
And my body – they enervate
But little does the cigarette know
That its life is about to go
Burnt and thrashed to the ground
Squished mercilessly without a sound
Dying embers cry away
Turning to a morbid gray.
The skies begin to weep again
Cold waters flood the drains
Now it lies in a puddle – vanquished
A life worthwhile, now dismissed.
nice..
ReplyDeleteNow whithered the cigarette lays,
ReplyDeletethe morbid gray too, melting away,
seemingly regretting that sweet release,
even death by those lips, was underplayed!
nice
ReplyDeletevery well written..!!
ReplyDeleteIn the night its embers glow
ReplyDeletesmoking the joy,the sorrow flows
this bitch doesnt ditch you
the stick sticks till the sweet release