Liquid substance already consuming me,
I see others inhaling,
They take it back and blow out the air that kills,
They’re always after a greater effect than it can give.
Cherishing every pull, they make it out to be as precious
As their own damned life.
An outstretched hand coming for me,
If this liquid wasn’t already in me I would refuse,
But it’s in me and this hands coming for me so quickly-
Rushing to the idea of shortening my life
And making me just as damned.
The thought of saying no is so long perished .
Tobacco has leaked into my body,
Seized me so harshly, so spoiled
And infected, but feeling so great,
This drinks always the fault of me
It seems so sweet until
I’m the joker of the pack.
So my heads a bit light,
My memories slightly hazy,
The views were even blurry,
But I’m alive.
I just wish I could soar on wings like eagles;
Like it says in the bible.
A contest entry
- cigarettes or birds or if inclined to do so, both by cvillelisa.
1175 points, ended November 9, 17 entries
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Comments
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Thanks for trying but this isn't the type of writing I was looking for. Try looking past the "I" -- which is usually so temporary and ephemeral when it comes to poetry.
Best,
Lisa -
oh, i really love the feel to this, like you feel baked yourself..lol. and then the ending was powerful.good luck and take care
Stephanie ♥
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