I admire cigarettes
from a distance.
I watch the smoke
swirl into the night air
from the balcony
of the dying girl’s apartment.
I watch the visual footage
of people smoking
on the sidewalks of the city.
And I wonder what kind
of pain they must be suffering
to have to inhale smoke
to feel better.
The action of taking in
an empowering puff of smoke
calms the soul,
relaxes the mind,
soothes the troubled heart.
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Teacups and Pens
PoetryA collection of poetry from my mind. Take from it what you will.
