Poem: Smoking

black and white portrait person smoker
Photo by omar alnahi on Pexels.com

He sits smoking in his room,
fingers like the jaundiced walls
of degradation.
Staring out of windows
will serve for entertainment, 
hope lies in the sound
of crunching steps on the gravel,
a letter falling on the floor,
until the day he can make that trip
no more

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

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