Lens

vanessa wallace

The smell of pungent whiskey

 

Seeing the world in a lens of disgust

 

The neverending cycle of death

 

The tell-tale of a life once lived

 

The shade of black dulling my breathing patterns

 

Lighting the cigarette was polluting every inch of my body

 

Until I finally rotted

 

Just as the world eventually will.

 

 

~End

 

  • Author: vanessa wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 1st, 2019 09:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem came about as I was thinking about how I want my writing to be perceived. I have my own meaning behind every poem, but I want the reader to take their own meaning from it. Find their own purpose behind the poem. I am an interpretive writer, and I don't expect that to change. This poem specifically was made as I was thinking about 5 random words, and it morphed into a story. I hope you all enjoy this work of mine.
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  • FredPeyer

    hopeless and bleak, the message of 'it can't get any worse than that' is coming through loud and clear.

    • vanessa wallace

      Hopeless and bleak, we are forever lost in a sea of sorrows.



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