In The Land Of Giants Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Again and again, hit after hit,
you keep your friend close and lit
even when there's no good reason
to medicate, no voices to placate.
Face it! ... you're hooked;
sickened on your own toxic cloud
and standing in your own ruin.
Not even a full breath do you own;
but that's only the FIRST thing to go.
This Giant addiction has only to wait;
you'll give up a whole lot more
as you continue to puff your life away.