A Chainsmoker Poem by Chrissy Wordy

Not a man behind a burning cigarette,
But chains bled smoke.
Ashes flew right out of the Metal bucket of everything she set on fire.
Fire. The fire that burnt her heart.
She became free as a dove.
What makes a woman if her pride is wavering.
But does a man not need comfort too!
A man shall wander until he stumbles upon kind ears.
Cries of a man unleashes feelings that needs a home.
A man is deaf but a man has words that needs to be heard.