Smoking In The Wood Poem by Joshua Adewumi

On a cold winter morning,
I was smoking in the wood.
I tried to let my mind run back
To the least I could remember.
Never was a moment regretted
Till the hour I struck those stones
That lighted this stick
That has stuck to my lips
Like my mother's nipple.

With cinder heads,
It smoulders away in smokes.
Smokes flying the chimney of my nose.
Inch by inch, breath by breath
It takes my heart with it.

Sometimes I do try to quit,
And I'll crush it below my feet.
But all the times I had gone back,
Again and again,
Striking the stones, lighting the stick,
Smoking in the wood
On a cold winter morning.