0NE SM0KE

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By SwEEt MeMORiEs

It was my very first time, And I said I was fine. But deep down inside, I knew I had lied Not knowing what to do, It all was so new. Hearing about it before, They said it’ll help for sure. Slowly I decided I wanted to try, My lifes so hard, I needed to fly. With that one smoke is where it began, But my problems were still there again. Maybe that’s it, it wasn’t enough, If I do it again I might feel tough. One more time and then I’m done, Not realizing what had begun. Twenty years later I lay in bed, I couldn’t stop, now I’m almost dead. All my dreams had fallen apart, Just for that smoke I thought was smart.

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