Smoking Poem by C M Rice

As I take another
As the moon rose, a thought arose to me…
Of what one wants and how to get it

This is but my friend you see
All along the family tree,
Smoking this from that and those,
Gasping through some empty prose

As I smoked on more,
As the air thickens, this danger grows in me…
I know not – what I want or how upon or whom to get it from.

My head now spun round the room,
I had little charm for doom,
A change of face I became,
Lit from such a rising flame

As I relax,
As decisions go, I must decide for me…
And find where and what we are supposed to do.

Although I don’t know where to start,
Heavy mind with broken heart,
I have to move and try to rise,
Fooled I am with all these lies.

As I stand,
As the pain riddles, the fear has got to me…
I am not what I dreamed to be.

I know,
Now