the cigarette burns
in my trembling hand
the ashes blowing in the breeze
mixing with the sand
the 1/2 empty bottle
reaches my lips
i've come this far
no reason to quit
the evening sun
is hiding away
the horizon darkening
like my day
i drop the cigarette
a red flicker dies
i finish the bottle
complete the disguise
i take a deep breath
my time has come
i walk into the water
to follow the setting sun
YOU ARE READING
200 Poems (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
PoetryA challenge to write 200 poems between November 1 - December 31, 2016. Please support the others who have accepted this challenge. Follow them at #200poemchallenge. (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
