Your Smoke In The Sky

New write

Breathing down my neck.
Can't get enough.
No where to go back to--
no place to scream home.

Scratching down my throat--
the burn just won't stop.
No way to prevent
the pain that is
eating me.

Biting up my body.
Just got to get the money.
No other way to leave this life.
I'm breathing and
the poison wins.

I'm fading away--
blowing in the wind--
burning up my years--
pouring like the rain.
Fading away
like your smoke in the sky.

Author's Note

Next step to feel the rhythms of poetry again--find a style. I'm working on it guys.

Thanks for reading, please leave some criticism.

Reviews

[Mitch]

There's definitely a rhythm here. I like the pace it sets.

[Melody]

Thank you! :)

[PeaceOfMind]

This is something amazing. Impressed. :)

[Melody]

Thank you. :)