I'm smoking a cigarette on the balcony.
Looking at the dark sky,
Looking at the stars.
I'm drinking some red wine.
Hoping for the escape of the reality,
Hoping for the one second of peace.
I'm sitting on the railing.
Begging for a miracle,
Begging for someone to help me.
The cigarette is burning away as my desire to live.
The glass is getting empty as my aching soul.
The railing is becoming cold as my hurting
heart.
YOU ARE READING
poems I wrote at my lowest
PoesieHey, those are some of my poems. Those poems don't have a specific "category" so they are here. Those are kind of my favorites. Enjoy!
