Person of the Smoke Date: Friday, 2nd September 2011 @ 04:05:40 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: firestarter14 It is lonely being me, a person of the smoke. I live among the embers, I sing above the crackle. Every time I wake, I meet new friends and every night i sleep I know i must start again. I do not want to spend my time with my ears closed to all the cries I hear, but I only have two options- To destruct, or be destructed. It is lonely being me, a person of the smoke. I drift around and burn the ground, I show no mercy as they choke. Everything thats built to last is burnt to dust, its turned to ash. It is lonely being me, a person of the smoke. I live among the embers, I sing among the crackle, people do not notice- but my heart is just as tender. This poem is Copyright © firestarter14 Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=167216