Comfort Poem by Joseph J. Hernandez

Irritation, boredom, and anxiety
Growing quick like weeds consuming miracle grow
There's an abundance of addicts like me
Some are private and discreet, others just let it show
Personally I enjoy the burning sensation as my lungs fill
From a bong that towers like old Oaks
Harmless compared to beer or pills
Unless you count the wonderful pain as I choke
When the thick ghost white fog has lifted
The echoes of my cough have faded
A fire red, valley low my eyes shifted
All of my worries and concerns suddenly belated
Few know how to flip a frown as good as this
A shoulder to lean on, helping hand, but I call it cannabis