The last thing I saw
was the soft
silver smoke
of my burnt
brown cigar.
Swirling round
and round
forever
bounded
in darkness.
My eyes then
cried their last
tears as all
thoughts and fears
disappear
without a care.
Just like the
smoke as it fades
into the air.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by Hayden McCain
PoezieMy poetry that I wrote while in pain with my headaches because of hydrocephalus and my shunt keep failing me . The videos are my inspirations for my poems.
