I looked up to find smoke
Instead of stars.
I looked down to find cars
Instead of trees.
I looked around to find criminals
Instead of truth seekers.
I look upon myself, finding myself to smoke
Instead of laugh.
And then I look all around myself
Towards the jagged ice pavements.
Thinking about what could have been
And realising now what is it.
YOU ARE READING
Not Seen, But Heard
PoetryFew collections of short poems. Themes mostly revolve around betrayal, love, letting go, and some others of the same sort. The wonderful cover is made by a even wonderful person, Nova.
