Losing game

i want a smoke

i want to live...mostly

i want a daydream

but in my dreams i always die

must hide the smell

whenever i go for the pipe

just so you can’t tell

how bad it's gotten

you’ll go for the fixing

i’ll want to run

my breath control is missing

you always ruin all the fun

what’s the rush, baby

my legs have been weird lately

you know i can’t keep up

it’s always been me against the world

and it was alright

until you came around

and became mine

you’re the world i must fight

you’re every word that i write

and now i must lose the war

so you can survive.

Reviews

[Pete]

very cool, in-your-face, real kind of write. it may be a losing game but someone still likes playing it - it's got an allure with a do-or-die ending. great job, really enjoyed it ... :)

[light and ashes]

This is really good and had an unexpectedly beautiful end, nice job.

[John the Baptist]

Not sure to whom this one is addressed, but the speaker sounds strung out. There is a vague sense that the speaker has mixed feelings about the addressee. Dope can make you mellow, but it's probably not the best friend when things are going south.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear friend.
"i want a smoke
i want to live...mostly
i want a daydream
but in my dreams i always die"
I did like the complete poem. The opening lines I did enjoy. I need a good cigar, good tequila with some lime and the sea near. Hello from Michigan and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote