Without effort
I wield
A smoke-ridden stare
In a downward spiral of words

Sullen and swallowed
Lost in the battling fury
Of verse
My travels must wane untold

I am a dulled grey haze
In a colorful vise
So lively, driven and well

Too soon are the plains
The murderous and empty sprawl
Where I unwind
Faithfully
Time after time