Smoking In Black Poem by Noorie Ali

He, she wakes up to dawn, the sunray on your bedroom patio
To smell the aroma, watch the room come to life
The candles unlit but lit in the radiance of daylight
The coal fire washed-out. The walls speaking the language of a supernatural being …
Saying what a joy, this room brings, out bursting the truth on behalf of the beholder.
For thy box of reality does not lie to these walls of tenderness. They bare witness for the harsh smoking “that black dusty burn” blossomed flickering in the air; the sinister will not be able to escape the violence shaded into this room filled with breathing life.
Smoking: Simply an excuse for anxiety release. A rubber ball or social event should cure
NOT a stick in ones mouth, sucking the life out of them filled with dark clouds in their organs blazing away cutting their existence in short strips of paper.
One is not aware of the causing of the pain in a mothers eye. A child’s mind or the consequences that are involved for it is their addiction that is valued above the loved ones.
Trying or attempting to put an end is out of the question.
Feeding their needs is all that one knows for they know not that life is a gift
Not a parcel to abuse.
Life it grows naturally day by day week-by-week it strengthens each hearts pump
Not what you may like it to be.
It is simply a matter of time and patience is a virtue.