Disclaimer: I don’t smoke and have never smoked till this date. I dislike smoking, and urge you to quit smoking, if you smoke. Smoking has been used as a metaphor for deep sigh one takes during repentance.
In the evening, I sit on the dock,
My body stiff just like a rock,
My thoughts are not running wild,
The breeze is gentle, the heat is mild.
The cigarette burns with an orange hue,
Just like the sky after the sunrays are few.
My palms are tattooed in dot pen ink,
The sunrays on the other side sink.
The river is flowing just like life,
I sit beside it smoking, in me a strife,
The smoke flies, merges with the stars,
The cigarette now glows red like the Mars.
The darkness has come over the water and land,
I let my moments go counting sand,
My chest feels heavy with the toxic smokes,
Yet, my heart on my memories chokes.
The memories like waves grow,
There goes flying the tired dark crow,
The dock yard is empty now like my head,
And about the cigarette, I’ve already said.