Anthony Alen Torres

My Life Is Nothing More Then A Simple Metaphor

With the Wind at my back

and my house out of sight.

I dig in my pocket of my jacket and pull out a cancerous stick.

Lighter in hand, I light up and inhale.

Warmth and a sense of calm overwhelm me.

Like a hug from a love one, I had a feeling of bliss.

But the moment passes quickly and I take another hit.

Exhaling the white smoke like a kiss,

I try to ignore the world around.

Focusing on my cigarette,

I see my worries drift away like a lazy river.

Feeling empty, I bring my problems back to my lips.

A rush of nicotine kisses flow within.

Seeing my love turn into Grey ash.

I take her last breath.

Alone again.

I lie to myself and say “ I'll find love again..... Some

With a sigh, I flick the butt into the bay.

To be used, abused, and lead astray.

Smiling again, I pull my next love out of my jacket.

Toying her between my fingers, I spoke softly.

“My love..... You're just a sweet treat...... And your world is
my ashtray.”

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 14, 2009

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Comments about My Life Is Nothing More Then A Simple Metaphor by Anthony Alen Torres

  • Elizabeth Marco (7/14/2009 2:17:00 AM)

    I really like how your comparing a cigarette to a lover! It's sort of true cause a cigarette can relax you like a lover! Good job! 10!

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