Smoker's Diary

Smoker's Diary

A Poem by Keith Allen Covell

I can see your knives
Poking out the back entrance
They are clean
They are clean
Grinding out the back entrance

I am not free
Games to be held
Decisions to be made
What a swell day!!'re running over

Stop being yourself
I am late for a date about
Issues that are far exceeding
Your limits

Smoker's diary
Blank, yellowed pages
Like that's written word
Grow your patience

- Keith Allen Covell

© 2019 Keith Allen Covell

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Added on August 1, 2019
Last Updated on August 1, 2019
Tags: writing, poetry, self exploration, self destruction, mind games, spilled thoughts, stream of conscious, patience, God, spiritual, faith, sin, smoker, psychology


Keith Allen Covell
Keith Allen Covell

Mc Henry, MD

I have been writing in all different forms since I was ten years of age. I enrolled in a military school that focused hardcore on broadcast journalism. I aggressively studied and performed newscasting.. more..