Alone he lay amidst the filth and the grime
Abandoned, twisted, broken
Abandoned, twisted, broken
He had no strength left to stand
She had crushed him without remorse
Tossing his spirit away
He had a frail hope
That someone would find him
And use him just once
Surely, somebody would want one last drag of him, the cigarette?
©Shailaja V
Word count:55
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This is written in response to the theme prompt
‘His Last Wish ‘
for Drabble Week over at
Marathon Bloggers
Today is Day 2
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cigarettes point of view? 😀 now that was very different take!
But of course 😉
I was thinking of a tissue. Had long back heard a poem on it.
Liked this.
Thank you 🙂
Crisp and impactful!! Very nicely written Shailaja!
Thank you so much <3
Serve it right, I say.
oh, wow..a cigarette personified and how! superb! 🙂
Aww, thanks Uma <3
Love the way you’ve weaved a story in a 55er Shailaja :).
Thank you Aparna 🙂
First it was a paper bag…now it is a cigarette! You’ve been putting life in all these inanimate objects quite skillfully, I must say 🙂
I HAD to. The cigarette was feeling very left out 😉
orre! even mine has a ciggie!! 😀 loved this!
Off to read yours now 🙂 Thanks! Welcome to the blog 😀
How do you come up with so much imagination? 🙂 This is so impressive. Loved the way you intertwined an important message in this little poem. Very well done!
Honestly, I wrote this in a hurry 😀 Sometimes, the mind just cooperates.
You have written this piece very wisely…it gives its reader complete freedom of interpretation…loved reading it…
Thanks Sheela. I was hoping to work in a social message somehow 🙂