Chole Young Poet I do not know?

I Smoke and I Think of You

I wake up and I think of you
And I look out of my window
It is grey and the lights stopped
Glittering a long time ago
And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke

I pour my coffee and I think of you
My mugs are stained, the blemishes plaster the
Cups and never come off. They have left
Their mark, exactly they way you stamped yours
And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke

The shower beats my skin and I think of you
I scrub; I scratch my pores with soap
But the filth resides, it clings and
Fills my orifices. I am choked by dirt
And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke

I exist through my days and I think of you
Everything is dampened by desolation and every
One has your eyes. This city repulses me, it sneers
At me and growls ‘there is nothing to keep you here’
And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke.

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Beata Agustin January 25, 2026 at 5:16 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A January 31, 2016 at 9:13 PM Chole, A great pleasure to find and read your poem today. Love -- SKAT --

Corinne Curcio June 24, 2009 at 6:25 AM You've captured these dark feelings perfectly, and the "I smoke" refrain is great.