Smoke fills the body and forms an artificial friendship
The mind fooled with the addictions persuasive ways
A thought flies through the brain like a razor blade
Blood slowly fills the head
A death that is to come
The assassin hidden in a paper and deep within the tobacco
Its method of murder
Slow…
Painful…
Unavoidable…
When it hits us its too late
The weight of years of the addiction
Its true identity comes through the smoke witch has concealed it for years
An assassin hidden
Slowly acting against us
The counterfeit friendship
The bond still not broken even though the truth has been unsheltered
Death the outcome of an awful friend
you say 'slow... painful... unavoidable....' but my friend, tobacco IS avoidable- I've accomplished it meself. CS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Craigs comment is NOT about the poetry. Poetry, like all art forms, is a freedom of expression, an individuals thoughts on any particular subject. A view he/she shares Personaly or socially. Again, really well written! Your a natural Dakota!