Freedom

Sheridan, WY

All I have left

Is my last cigarette

God I'm lucky

My lungs can still smoke it,

I'm lucky to be living

Or maybe just alive

I may have traded one jail

for just another,

The bed is bigger

There is music

God I'm lucky

 

Would you have taken me

If I had died?

I could be rotting,

burning,

My own tears

Searing my face,

Blood dripping

From my pretty teeth

Why did you save me

Again?

 

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Oh my friend you ve got such a lovely talent..these words and images are like gold..
my last cigarette and i am lucky i could smoke and live
its just like another jail and its my bed and i hear music..how i am lucky
God would you take me if i die..or i will rotten and burn
damn,those tears again dripping..am i saved ,ohh not again
this is a brilliant write..perfect in everything..how all the thoughts are never strange to me
very lovely write..