Down To My Last CigaretteA Poem by Deborah Leah KrempaD own to my last cigarette O h, what shall I do now W hen the urge hits me to light up N ow that I ran out of my cancer sticks
T alking to myself and wondering what to do O ut of breath and gasping for air
M y addiction to nicotine has me searching for left over cigarette butts Y earning for just one more drag of smoke, to fill my tar blackened lungs
L eft here suffering with the all too familiar smoker's cough A case of COPD doesn't seem to scare me enough to break the habit S taring at the ceiling as I lay upon my bed unable to sleep, nerves frazzled T he nicotine patches are on the top shelf of my computer desk
C an I really quit I wonder if I'm ready yet I 've never really thought about it quite this seriously before G etting too late to walk to the store to buy a pack A nd the price has gone up again, sky high and soaring R eally need to take this serious and stop procrastinating E veryone I love would be in shock I'm sure if I stop this insane habit T hese damn cigarettes are suffocating and slowly killing me T he question is do I really want to quit smoking these nasty things E mpty ashtray is beckoning me as I reach out for a nicotine patch © 2009 Deborah Leah KrempaReviews
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6 Reviews Added on July 20, 2009 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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