No. 63

No. 63

A Poem by Evangeline
"

You should try it some time.

"
You're  nothing more than cigarette smoke anymore.
Exciting and new, 
the rush without the drugs,
in the beginning.
The Beginning. 
I can now say it's been years, 
and I cannot say,
that I enjoy the smoke anymore. 
The burning in my body with each inhale, 
tar that weighs heavy in my lungs.
A rush that has become a buzz. 

But the habit is reliable, 
Much as you are. 
The taste familiar, 
While revolting, 
Draws me back, 
Calling. 
My body calls back for the smoke, 
Craving. 
Craving. 
The cigarette, 
it does not need me, 
Does not call for my attention.
I go to it. 
Light it and breathe it in.
Slowly killing myself, 
I watch the smoke, 
I feel the buzz and relish the taste, 
All while my mind is screaming to run away.


© 2014 Evangeline



Author's Note

Evangeline
Would love to see analysis

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

This poem hits home. You communicate the feelings of being trapped, but comfortable, with an addiction or a relationship. I love it.

Posted 1 Year Ago


[send message][befriend] Subscribe
May
Never smoked in my life, but reading your poem I could almost taste it. Sounds like everything one gets addicted to, love, people, silence, writting...

Posted 2 Years Ago


Being an ex-smoker... I felt you nailed the feelings that were there every time I saw a cigarette. It was a love hate game in the mind and an uncontrollable need on the surface. I really like how you set this piece up and the rhythmic saw the words have as they flow down the page.

Nicely done!
Wolfwind

Posted 3 Years Ago



Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

318 Views
3 Reviews
Rating
Added on May 12, 2014
Last Updated on May 12, 2014
Tags: smoking, cigarettes, heartbreak, thinking, addiction

Author

Evangeline
Evangeline

Moved From San Francisco to the Middle of Freaking Nowhere, WY



About
I'm taking all of the Aspynn stories and compiling them into a series of chapters. My account is becoming a little claustrophobic from his evil. In the meantime, any odd ideas that I have that don't.. more..

Writing