Cigarette's and thoughts

Beneath a setting sun
there is love and hope,
Still.
But blinded are we
by veil of moonlit tragedy
a world so dimly lit
where every man can lose direction

Underneath a mellow sky
we are a
story,
of hope and tragedy
unraveling as days after nights
pass us by

Reviews

[Knightingale]

I get some of my best ideas whrn I'm sitting ouy either in the latter hours of the day or early in the morning, simply smoking a cigarette and letting my thoughts wander. There is a thick layer of numbness within this piece, as if I've just been injected with an anesthetic that works its magic less on the body, and more on the soul. Wonderfully crafted and it leaves me with chills and a questioning soul. Great job.

[Slug]

thanks! appreciate the comment