Hyle Chu Poet Free verse

Carbon Monoxide (Co) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.

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Vince Suzadail Jr. June 30, 2009 at 6:45 PM My wife and I agreed to smoke only after sex. My lungs cleared up and she still gets a carton a week. I wonder if I should be worried. God Bless. Vince

Christopher Ferguson June 29, 2009 at 4:34 PM Addiction is a tough game man. Thanks for the comment and I enjoyed the last time two stanzas very much.

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen June 28, 2009 at 4:11 PM Hang in there, Hai. You can do it. Wow! Your poem lets the reader see your struggle in an interesting way. Very nice.

Carrie Richards June 25, 2009 at 7:32 PM I am so sorry for your struggle....hang in there friend.

Sajdah Al-Riyami June 25, 2009 at 12:18 AM The spilt Stanzas have A Terrif Form Like your drowning,And thats how i read it with A line And a stutter!<33