Chain-smoker - Poema Nuevo

Chain-smoker

 

It’s been walking through

A lonely road as yet

A shadow’s been following

Just right behind me.

 

A smoke comes out

From nowhere to my

Eyes, to my nose

Without any direction

And turned to me

Face-to-face,

 

Didn’t have any idea

Where it came from

But that smell changed

An entire world…

 

A chain-smoker’s born

And heard no one’s types,

Made nothing to change

And now he’s sick

And now he regrets…