with each stub, I stir the misery
encased in glass
no not the cigarette butts
this time it's me
can't smash my way out
as the little vignettes of life
stub onto me
as I stub my cigarettes
drag after drag
building up a hefty collection
no time for resurrection
the symbol in the tide of my eyes
the carved glass piece
resembles me
and I think that
is
the
only
thing I can
see clearly
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Welcome to AllPoetry!
Bit of deep meaning to this, I reckon. A lot of metaphor in your words, and it makes one ponder certain things. Nicely done.
Welcome to AP. If you have any questions or need help with anything, feel free to IM me.
Keep expressing through writing.
Storm
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Thankyou.
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