Addiction
This addiction is so powerful
That I can't with stand its' strong urge
I try to quit but fail time and time again
Just to go back to where I begin
I'm tired of being beat down by its bondage
I'm tired of being shackled down my its chains
It's a nightmare of smoking going down my lungs
coughing up all that slime and grasping for air
So I say within myself I'll just keep smoking
because the addiction is much too great
To quit is the hardest thing to do
It comes around when my life is dark and blue
And don't mention coffee to me
It just make that smoking addiction stronger
I wished I never picked it up
it would have been better to pick up a joint
Because a joint I can take it or leave it
I doesn't matter to me
I don't need it
Because its nothing to me
I wish that I could overcome this addiction
That would really be a blessing
Then I would have learned my lesson
To never pick up a smoke again
Copyright © Angela Wilson | Year Posted 2008
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