Addiction
She lights another cigarette,
‘though she just threw out the last.
The addiction feels so strong,
urge for caution now has passed.
The handkerchief she uses
to cover up her cough
is tinged with pink, which scares,
but it doesn’t put her off.
A cloud of smoke and fumes
always hangs around her head,
her breath is like an ashtray, and
her clothes the smell won’t shed.
I’ll give up this habit soon,
she reasons in her mind.
I’ll start on another morning
when more courage I can find.
One hopes she’ll win the battle -
it’s not an easy thing to do –
perhaps this time she’ll do it
and her damaged health renew.
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