My AfflictionA Poem by ShawnaWe all have atleast one...It's burning cherry taunts my addiction. If only one drag, it satisfies my affliction. Long and slender, fits perfect between my fingers. I don't even mind the hefty smoke that lingers. Inhale and exhale the bittersweet satisfaction. A smoking gun to my head, ready for action. This sickness I have for the deadliest of habits, I hide in my room for fear that someone will snatch it. I sit and watch the smoke rings dance through the poisoned air. Please don't take away my dirty pastime affair. Twirling between my lips, such a soothing relief. I had a hard day, it cures me of grief. I know what I do is just asking for misfortune. But without my smoking gun, I forsee nothing but torture. © 2012 ShawnaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorShawnaMSAboutMy name is Shawna, I love writing and expressing the random thoughts and ideas in my head. I look forward to reading as many poems as I can, and I also look forward to people reading mine and offering.. more..Writing
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