cigarettes

Cigarettes A Poem by debileah

 

 

Like russian roulette!

She smokes her cigarette.

 

Does this so often.

White nail in her coffin!

 

Chain smoker.

Midnight toker.

 

Black tar in her lungs.

Smells like dung!

 

She wonders, why she can't breathe?

Cancer creeps up like a theif!

 

Coughing up blood and hacking away.

With her own death she will pay!

 

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

How true...well said - a lesson to be learned in so few words for us all - smokers or not. Thanks for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha