Silent Killer - Poem by Jeremy Deacon
Inhale, exhale is the action in which one second of life is no longer. Smoke is the silent killer of a man who claims to be stronger. Life passes by the man who is weak without knowing. Seconds and minutes are taken from him no longer glowing. Wrinkles appear where none should exist. One more puff from the man who cannot resist. Silent is the killer, seemingly harmless for it is his friend. Not knowing the damage he's caused bringing him to his end. Twenty years of friendship has never failed. One more puff and another nail. Piercing pain is the only gain of the silent killer who has a name. The name is the man who silently unknowingly killing himself. Another body slides into the morgue of a hospital shelf. Silent is the killer of smoke in which the man himself has provoked.
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