Tobacco Pipe

Based on this weird daydream I had. I don't remember much from writing this besides being half asleep.

Sitting outside smoking a pipe

Watching the smoke wave and curl

I swore I would quit smoking 

The musty tobacco burns with a calming glow

As I slowly smoke 

I don’t know why I do this to myself

This isn’t good for my health

Of course the stuff that’s happened to be isn’t good for it either

So I continue 

Every cloud of smoke

I see shapes within 

Shapes of who and what was lost

That caused me to start this

Reviews

[Manjhi]

I like the direct approach you've taken with this piece, the connection between the past decisions and present mistakes i can relate to. well done sir.