Smoke

Short. About being addicted.

 With wide eyes and dark circles.

It's very clear what is done.

What I've done.

The jitters and suspense,

I love the feeling,

Hate being an addict.

It's hard to quit.

I know I won't.

I keep trying.

But, it seems all hope is dying.

 

Author's Note

PLESE help me with the last line on this one. It. . . .I just can't figure it out.

Reviews

[AllyKinzz:)]

Hmm lets see, instead of saying "Waiting for clearing smoke" say something like..."all hope is dieing" that seems to fit, i know what you mean. Is this a true poem about "Quiting?"

I felt how you feel. :D