I have watched every female member of my family, and extended family suffer in a very bad way from a long love affair with tobacco. It is so I am angry every time I see someone light up, because I know what the future is, always is for this smokey love af
Separates her lips.
The Statement "May I Smoke"
Speaks her intent
As she ignites
Her new best friend
The long slender barrel
Glows a cherry red tip
Of burning paper
And cured burning leaves
As a smile of satisfaction
Turns on her face
She inhales deeply
And exhales the
Acrid smoke slowly
In utter defiance
To one who knows
The battle is already lost
It is no longer a battle
He wants to fight
Because there is no point
The smoking slow homicide
Has already begun
That always creates
A scenario of suffering agony
Either in the near term
Or at the end of life
Where no one can relieve
The ongoing suffering
Where veins collapse
And an ongoing cough
Greets her every breath
As her heart struggles
To push blood to
Tar coated lungs
Where all we can do
Is watch and hope
Her end comes quickly
She smiles with satisfaction
With each smoky draw
Of her life long companion
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2012-06-11 at 13:20
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Satisfaction Smokes
A question that is not a questionSeparates her lips.
The Statement "May I Smoke"
Speaks her intent
As she ignites
Her new best friend
The long slender barrel
Glows a cherry red tip
Of burning paper
And cured burning leaves
As a smile of satisfaction
Turns on her face
She inhales deeply
And exhales the
Acrid smoke slowly
In utter defiance
To one who knows
The battle is already lost
It is no longer a battle
He wants to fight
Because there is no point
The smoking slow homicide
Has already begun
That always creates
A scenario of suffering agony
Either in the near term
Or at the end of life
Where no one can relieve
The ongoing suffering
Where veins collapse
And an ongoing cough
Greets her every breath
As her heart struggles
To push blood to
Tar coated lungs
Where all we can do
Is watch and hope
Her end comes quickly
She smiles with satisfaction
With each smoky draw
Of her life long companion
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Read 464 times
Written on 2012-06-11 at 13:20
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