Best Poems Written by Travis Naumann

Alone I Sit

As i sit alone, with a cigarette, The stale smoke stings
my eye. It starts to water, like the tears of losing a loved one. sitting there, imagining: What kind soul would love an angry man? 
The smell of burnt wood, maybe Oak mixed with Pine. Probably a fire that was exhausted by a neighbor who lives near.A grey spotted dog lays dreaming, wondering maybe if he's running from me, as well. Maybe I should stop this kind soul, from my hurtful self. As the feelings can be replaced.  The black and blue that's worn on her, can't hide. She mustn't cry over this guy. He is only misunderstood, that's not fair to her. He Burns and Mask's himself, to weaken her to a burnt ash on the ground. Exhaling the last of your breath, just to look up, and wonder why you are not around. You know why you sit alone, only to realize that the cigarette was done. So was your soul.  So he knows why he wants to die off, but never too bold as to why I sit alone.

Copyright © Travis Naumann | Year Posted 2017