Silver Smoke
A young boy stood alone,
Just outside his home of stone
Buried deep in the trees,
Where he let all his regrets flee.
Even if only for a short while
His brain locking away every file
As a cigarette was placed on thin lips
Each drag taking life away in sips.
Years too young to throw life away
To ignorant to listen to his family's dismay
His skin pale as snow in the moonlight
Eyes closed and out of sight.
The calm silence engulfing him
Remembering his life like an old film
His pale lips part releasing a sigh
Letting the silver smoke fly
