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Satisfaction Smokes
by James ZealyA question that is not a question
Separates her lips.
The Statement "May I Smoke"
Speaks her intent
As she ignites
Her new best friend
The long slender barrel
Glows a cherry red tip
Of burning paper
And cured burning leaves
As a smile of satisfaction
Turns on her face
She inhales deeply
And exhales the
Acrid smoke slowly
In utter defiance
To one who knows
The battle is already lost
It is no longer a battle
He wants to fight
Because there is no point
The smoking slow homicide
Has already begun
That always creates
A scenario of suffering agony
Either in the near term
Or at the end of life
Where no one can relieve
The ongoing suffering
Where veins collapse
And an ongoing cough
Greets her every breath
As her heart struggles
To push blood to
Tar coated lungs
Where all we can do
Is watch and hope
Her end comes quickly
She smiles with satisfaction
With each smoky draw
Of her life long companion 06/11/2012 Author's Note: I have watched every female member of my family, and extended family suffer in a very bad way from a long love affair with tobacco. It is so I am angry every time I see someone light up, because I know what the future is, always is for the smokey love affair.
Posted on 06/11/2012
Copyright © 2025 James Zealy
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/11/12 at 03:53 PM Ah, I also have seen it and your poem is really quite a wonderful attempt to put your memories out here where all can see. Very nicely done! But it is much like life itself, a terminal disease, and people will do as they please to shorten it, drive drunk, start wars, take drugs, etc. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/04/12 at 05:47 PM Excellent dealing of the subject, James. Really hits home, having been raised with second hand smoke, and then first hand. As much as I know it's bad for me, I do enjoy it, but as you say in the poem, it's too late for me; the damage has been done. |
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