Transient Metamorphosis

After three years of isolation,

Glutted with self-pity,

Came out a young man from chamber,

Did two things he never did,

First lighted a cigarette,

Then thought about his life.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You need a cigarette and a cup of coffee when pondering times and thoughts. A very good poem. I like the vision create by your words. A excellent poem.
Coyote