"In my defense I wasn't supposed to be around this long"
A poem inspired by this line from Cigarette Ahego by Penelope Scott
Young body
old soul
Inhales cigarette smoke
to puff it out and contemplate the question
“what is reincarnation?”
cigarette goes out
relight it with the flames of the burning city
deep inhales turn to coughs.
tears from more than just the impending lung cancer
a shaky breath drawn as the contrast is admired,
how can the sky be so calm in the midst of chaos?
How lucky the gods are to not be down here,
a smile, a wish, a shake of the head,
and a leap of lacking faith
that begs the second part of the question
“And how do I stop it?”
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Poetry. Fickle lines of simple rhymes some a bit too complex to let rest on their own. I was never good at traditional poetry. Putting thoughts and feelings onto a page in a certain order fills me with...rage? Rage is the proper word to say right? and yet I am filled with defeat because rage can’t be beat in a contest of rhythm. My writing pattern does not fall in line but instead, like soft taps of rain on a window it is...sporadic. Never knowing when exactly the rhyme will be in time with the words. There! you see it? Oh, golden poetry of words that rhyme seamlessly without doubt or question, when will you let me write you?
By Polar Bear4 years ago in Poets
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