I.
It was a whisper,
That has now submerged me,
Into an abyss.
II.
The cold starry night,
Lights shining bright have unveiled
my solitude’s shade.
III.
His head in the clouds,
Hidden and cloaked by his shroud
In thoughts, he is lost.
IV.
His thrown cigarette -
Petrified on the warm concrete,
Breathlessly consumed.
V.
Caressing the time,
These thoughts of mine – fly away
In search of a rhyme.
