A Poem by Crusaderscross

The smoker walks forward
without the least bit of a clue

I can't help but laugh
His cancer is near

A cloud of black smokes pollutes all

He thinks he is safe, but
he is the fool

Death is behind...approaching
The smoker walk faster

He starts running, but
death is getting closer

The smoker is still in denial

Almost arrived
he lights up

Cancer comes around
 his lungs blacken

The smoker is now lying in the designated place
He begs the white angel for one last puff

She doesn't comply
His face turns black of fright

Escape is no longer possible
The fool puffs his last breath

The white angel changes the bedsheets

Another will come

© 2010 Crusaderscross

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you mention denial and then this
"The smoker is now lying in the designated place
He begs the white angel for one last puff" which really captures the persons addiction...awful!! but excellent poem

Posted 10 Years Ago

This poem is very descriptive. It reminds me of a scene you would see in a movie. The flow of this poem is done well. I only found one little typo and it is an easy fix. I don't know how many times I have made typos like this and didn't catch them. The theme of this poem is enlightening although I am a smoker and I'm not quite ready to put them down yet. The details are amazing and I love the angel in white that contrasts the black of the lungs and the smoke.

it should be... starts running not stars running

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on July 29, 2010
Last Updated on August 4, 2010



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