Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The Two Hundred Seventieth, September 27, 2011

small thin cylinder
just a white tube
sharp glowing ember
acrid bite of smoke

once you were my lover
my world revolved around you
I craved your harsh kiss in my morning
needed it at night so I could sleep

I see you now
with new lovers
corrupting them
as you once did me

I can finally see you now
can see at last what you truly are
my personal addiction to destruction
silently destroying all that I am

this will not be
I cast you away
living life free
my life is my own

2 comments:

  1. One of many vices life has to offer....

    A nice portrayal of a point in time. Congratuulations!!

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  2. Great that you finally realised its bad for you :)

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