Wednesday, 9 February 2011

Looking Down

Cigarettes in the no-man's land 
between grass
and cement
clinging desperately
to the green
not wanting to be stuck
in the grey dreary sea
like a child clutching
to their mothers clothes
when afraid.

Let me stay in the green
where it's alive
don't leave me
drowning in the grey. 

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