Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2012
he walks out onto the street
pulls a cigarette from behind his ear
places it gently in his mouth
rests the garbage can
lights his smoke
and pulls the can
back to rolling position

you can only see him
by the faint glow
at the end of his cigarette
and eventually even
that is gone
and the universe goes on
as it was
Overwhelmed
Written by
Overwhelmed
  765
   ---, April Cameron, Odi and Samuel
Please log in to view and add comments on poems