Chain SmokingA Poem by Daniel WashingtonRunning free through silver gates abandoning life and things I create facing the unthinkable cost Sleep is a dream that I see when I wake as I shiver and sweat, and shrug off the aches this chain-smoking life is wearing me down More heroes then ever, yet villains prevail it's not the old, but the young that are frail every lesson learned, is another discomfort Perversions and diversions, drugs and dirt my blocked and battered lungs are beginning to hurt And I've never been so aware that I'm alive But it isn't a nice, uplifting high it's the acidic rain that falls from the sky With each test, another part's demise Delusional, frantic, misunderstood a reincarnation of Burroughs would be good My concentration wanes - I need a smoke
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1 Review Added on May 3, 2015 Last Updated on May 4, 2015 AuthorDaniel WashingtonMilton Keynes, United KingdomAboutHello! I'm Daniel; - I like to write. Sometimes I do it well, other times I don't, which I suppose is only fair. For the past 5 or so years I've been working on a novel. Currently only at novella l.. more..Writing
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