As I light the end, embracing its feeling and makes time bend.
Its gentle kiss is a bitter taste, taken hold by its warming embrace.
I sit there as time stands still, knowing eventually it will make me ill, its poison that runs through my veins is nothing short of the same.
With each gentle kiss it relaxes and quietens my mind, the demons are calm for a little time.
As I near its end it burns so bright I hope it never ends, its venom rushes to my head and makes it light.
Feeling its burn deep inside, just one more time, in its solace that I always confide.
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JP (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For everytime I have lit a cigerette, whether its just to have a moments peace, or i am stressed, some of us can relate to the peace or calmness it brings. A subtle reminder to myself that is an escape, but not a wise choice to make, i gave up two years ago, but the damage is permanent, physically. Like it did to me. Moral of the poem, dont smoke, find another escape to free you mind of troubles, life is short. Peace is easier to obtain, addiction is harder to shift
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