Cigarette Smoke:
Cold air and frosted ear tips
Dewed grass resting tired feet
Cigarette dangles from lazy lips
A haze of camp fire smog
Burning lungs
Six lost people fighting for nothing
Simply existing in that moment.
As the world spun
And the night gave way
To the pale colours framing the morning sky
Not speaking.
Not feeling much of anything.
Simply just being.
Cigarette smoke filling the air.
~J.K.M.
Burnt Carpet:
Laying face down on the floor
The world lingering just outside the door
But the shades are shut
And the carpet smells of
Something like failure
A scent I had forgot.
~J.K.M.
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1. An Implication (Poetry)
Thơ caPoetry for humanity. A collection of thoughts. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, not even words can explain the complications in ones head." ~J.K.M.
