A Smoker’s Torment

Oh
how I long
to quit you

With
dry mouths and
stained teeth

They
whisper to
their habit:

You
make my clothes
stink of shame

You
make my skin
sag and wrinkle

You
make me stop
everything for you

You
can’t tell me
what you do for me

They
take a look
and ponder the choice

It
looks so harmless
and so inviting

They
spark the flame
and give in

It
seems to have
won this time

About Justin

As a child, I remember my mother writing poems. Books and books of poems that I remember reading. She never showed them to me. I always just found them. To this day, if you asked me what they were about I couldn't tell you. I just remember feeling warm when I read them. I remember feeling love. View all posts by Justin

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