Cigarettes in the Morning

Cigarettes in the Morning

A Poem by Bryan Sanchez

I 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


Bryan Sanchez
Bryan Sanchez

Syracuse, NY

I 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..