Smoke Of Cigarettes
written by: Haaris Ali Waqas
@haaris.ali15
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.
My name is Haaris Ali Waqas. I've been writing poems for the past 2 years and I live in Ghana, West Africa. However, I am a Pakistani by ethnicity. My works are mostly done in the same structure but I mix it up every now and then to keep things exciting. I hope to be an Author Of The Month on this platform.
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