i took off my carpenter's apron, <br />laid my hammer on the nightstand. <br />unloaded my old shotgun, <br />and stood it against the corner. <br />i lowered the flag, put out the fire, <br />put sheets across the windows.... <br />turned off the lights, pulled off my boots, <br />and walked out barefooted into the night! <br /> <br />sometimes you just get tired of <br /> trying to save a world <br /> that doesnt want saving... <br />when you cant even manage <br /> to save yourself from yourself! <br /> <br />and sometimes it's just about the night, <br /> and the way the darkness feels <br /> wrapped 'round you in perfect stillness... <br /> standing barefoot in the grass, <br /> smoking one last cigarette.<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-last-cigarette-2/
