Ten Cigarettes by Wes Thompson

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Ten Cigarettes

I tried to write something
that was almost worth reading
but this pen feels numb in my hands
and I stayed up all night
just to see if I could
I went out through my window
and onto the streets
to see them lifeless for once
it was everything that I expected
which was not anything at all
but I laughed all the same
just to ruin the silence
with a voice that almost echoed
but the wind swept it away
before it was brought back to me
as a voice I once knew
a phantom under the cold morning air
that would be drowning in the pale moon
if the street lamps were not so bright
a perfect ending to a poem
almost worth writing

Wes Thompson

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Ivan Donn Carswell (4/3/2007 3:20:00 PM)
Glad you wrote it - although you termed it 'almost worth writing' it turns out to be well worth the effort... but you knew that anyway! Rgds, Ivan

Emily Mehigan (3/31/2007 11:33:00 PM)
Wow....I like it! It just flows so nicely! Great job! <3Emily

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Wes Thompson ( Columbus, Ohio)