Smokey

Smokey Mar 2019

city

Constant hum on
a city street.
Avoiding accidents is
an amazing feat.

Smokey Mar 2019

Hold on

A quiet ray
fading fast
till everything turns grey
holding on might not
be worth it
tired of the struggle
maybe I'll end the fight

or not

Smokey Mar 2019

child

Child-like innocence,
ignorance.
freedom,
From memories, or pain.

Smokey Mar 2019

nothing

What am I doing?
Is this even poetry?
My words are worthless
and my thoughts, nothing..

Smokey Mar 2019

Right words

Hesitant,
to put my pencil
on the paper.
Every word
with a heavy weight.
Every word,
with a different meaning,
a different fate.

Smokey Mar 2019

anger

burning fire
endless rage
pain disguised
please stay away

Smokey Mar 2019

Clean

Red marks fading,
Silver put away.
Pencil on paper
Marks the days it will stay