As I sit and watch the smoke linger in mid air
It seems to be the only living thing in the room
People say its bad for your lungs
But my lungs are already tarnished
From inhaling the mist of termoil in the air
With every puff
I feel I'm within
Howard Roark's skin
Feeling lonely, dangerous and misunderstood
People say its addicting
Well I think its addicted to me
Because the smoke seems to follow me
Even after I dump the ashes in the ash tray
Author notes
I dont smoke, the smoking concept is a metaphor for my past
Please tell me what you think
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i like it a lot and its a good metaphor!!
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