Cigarettes in the MorningA Poem by Bryan SanchezI woke up to find myself burning away a bit
A top a coloured in ridge,
I stopped to listen in And found it was silent. The best moments in life Were much to understand Like the rays of the day Now comming in grey. Yet the crows stayed whispering Wanting more to their sunrise Than eloquent metaphor For the pains they so embodied. And I could share no truer sentiment. For the pain I'd come to forget There upon the hallowed rock I knelt, but did not pray. Fatigue, confusion An almost soliloquy But only words left these lips. Once upon a while, I was but a pilgrim in these lands; Now the bells tolled For a name I'd never chosen A future I did not imagine In my youthful gander. But what I've seen on the journey here Has taken me across years. I left on daybreak rising. When the kingdom of life was flourishing And the flowers yet to grow. Now I arrive on new morning And the garden is no longer empty Yet the roses still unbloomed. It's time I left this place Because as I look to the east, And see the shadow falling over the rock, I realize that there no clouds in the air. Just unfortunate existings My darkness held over all, And cleared the picture For so long. Now it's time I gave the crows Something to sing for And time this cloud let go Far far away from here. Hopefuĺly the roses bloom. Hopefully the roses bloom wonderfully © 2015 Bryan Sanchez |
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Added on October 30, 2015 Last Updated on October 30, 2015 AuthorBryan SanchezSyracuse, NYAboutI write poetry and screenplays, and hope to one day write a decent novel. Until then, I'll be content to fill up notebooks with ideas that'll never see the light of day, haha. more..Writing
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