Smoke Of Cigarettes
written by: Haaris Ali Waqas
Though the smoke fogged all I could see,
It made me feel all I could never be;
But I was surely brought down to one knee -
And soon, three;
Harder it got for me to frivolously flee.
When all I craved was future regret,
My hurt heart spoke -
I took another smoke
From my pack of slithering cigarettes.
Now, difficult it is to mask -
The feeble attempts to complete a trying task;
I have help not from someone to ask -
So I begin to barbarically bask.
A year, maybe two months gone -
My sedated eyes woke before dawn;
With my clothes drenched in cold withdrawal sweats,
I reached for another smoke from my pack of slithering cigarettes.