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  • Writer's pictureAujie

Quit


Little brown eyes wander like gypsies

in search of something new.

Like two war

riors on a battlefield,

fighting off a pirate crew.

Instead, someone more familiar came into view,

and then disappeared behind pools of fumes.

He came this way every day,

just shuffling through.


Puff, puff,

inhale,

expel.


He was a shell of a man

where the smoke

dissipates,

instead of disappears.

Bogged down by gravity,

like the lines on his face.

His reality seemed clear as day.


Puff, puff,

inhale,

expel.


Thick glasses rode

the bridge of his nose.

His snow white hair hung

like a cloud over his head.

Little brown eyes studied his disposition,

but it was shrouded in smoke

Adding an air

of mystery and melancholy.


Puff, puff,

inhale,

expel.


His grey eyes, weary,

a bit teary.

Slow pace.

Long strides.

His crutch for loneliness,

was lit,

killing him slowly,

with each and every breath.


Puff, puff,

inhale,

expel


He began to fade

As he disappeared into the distance.

Eventually he vanished.

Never to be seen again.

Leaving the little brown eyes

to wonder

if today was the day he

quit.

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