RESTLESS SMOKE

I have walked this street too long
My legs hurt and my chest rattles
As I light another smoke 
To fuel my endless march
Sneaky slow-motion suicide
(note the sibilance of the wheezing lungs)

I have to stop for a while
But though my body fades and fails
My manic mind remains restless
Merciless and remorseless
Pushing punching and prodding
And defiant unto the coffin
Get the lid down quick, boys

    By Phil Roberts