Tiny Stick

by Thomas   Aug 17, 2012


This tiny stick,
balancing between my lips,
resembles the fuse that's been lit
and now is slowly burning

Every gasp I take
is getting me one step closer
To where the dead
are resting now

Little seeds being planted
So they may blossom
into every little corner
of my young body

You're a silent and unforgiving killer
but you're unbiased
You already took so many
might as well take me

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  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    Thomas, this is fantastic, and so true.
    I smoke myself, too much probably

    Instead of stupid pictures on packets of ciggies they should put your poem on them instead,

    This certainly got me thinking, nice write.

  • 11 years ago

    by Xanthe

    I don't like smoking, as well as people who smoke. But, powerful piece, I must say.
    Ordinary metaphor, but still, I thought this was strong. Especially the ending..

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