This week’s effort for poetry 101 Rehab hosted over at Andy Townend. I am not sure where this poem came from, something about the prompt spoke to me and this came out without thinking about it too much. Hope you like it, leave me a link to your poem below!
The smoke from the engine,
Rose in rivulets and,
Fleeted around the room,
Before escaping out the window,
Taking with it, my thoughts,
I blinked back the stinging tears before they too went out the window.
I grabbed at the runaways but they darted around the smoke,
Spiralling, spinning out of reach.
They surrounded me
But I took a deep breath to let them all in.
They sit with the smoke,
Festering, heavy on my chest,
I go about my life,
Glad that they are there.