Smoke Date: Thursday, 12th June 2003 @ 05:22:27 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: joni553 Beathing in a smoke that carries mind off somewhere. Into the fade of withered roses spattered over this ancient chair. Words dancing in my head like a marriotte in the sky. Hanging from a lamp post hovering like an obnoxioius fly - watching people pass by me. Never thought in a million years one could get so high. Okay - stop the motion let me off this ride. I need to find a place to run away and hide. This poem is Copyright © joni553 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=premium/MemNewsDetail&story_id=40