Do you still feel like a filthy cigarette, bud? Don't you ever get fed up, or sick and tired of playing russian roulette with those lungs, love?
For a parent, you should know better than to stare down the barrel of a loaded gun.
If death is what you want, make the payment, light em up. You've got 20 rounds in that chamber, and not one of them's a dud.
You're smoking on a daily basis, and that lifespan's looking pretty narrow. If smoking is hereditary, your tabacco's in my bone marrow.
Enlighten me. Just please explain. I've tried to plead, and you still chose to smoke the cigarettes anyway.
You refuse to quit, couldn't stick to nicotine.
JPS Gold is the poison you breathe. I'm done watching you feed your demons. These are not the riches of a miners dream. These are the bringers of nasty things. This time, Eureka's crying for a different reason.
Your lungs are stuffed, you reek of death and cancer. It's in your blood. Death isn't the answer!!!! Your going for surgery, and we're in the dark.
Why'd you chose to do this to us?
3 years later, my mother's gone....
She lost the fight to ash, tar and smog.
I've still got pictures, but I've lost her image.
This is what choosing to smoke will bring.
A broken family, death, tears and grief...
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Copyright © Ryan Protheroe | Year Posted 2021
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