Author S. K. Nicholas

stood in a

darkened room and

smoking a cigarette whilst

gazing out the window my

mind’s a blank and

there’s nothing i’d rather

be doing and

there’s no one I want to be

talking too it’s just

me and the silence of

a friday night as

the world turns on like it

always does and there’s no

temptation within me nor the

urge to reduce myself at all i

just want to smoke my cigarette and be alone with

the shadows cause

it makes me feel alive and

it makes me feel sad but

as long as i feel something then it’s

okay by me so

just leave me be i’m doing

fine surrounded by ghosts and

memories of love making but

it means nothing to me

now only the trees outside swaying in the

wind have any meaning and maybe the

bottle of beer as it

glistens beneath the moon in

my aching right

hand