You Don’t Want This Smoke (Free Verse Poem)

I take a drag, and my lungs take the hit.

The pain of depleting oxygen tightening my airway for even just a brief second, Is the reward I subject myself to when feeling alienated.

A once-hated routine suddenly began to be my new favorite hobby.

I told myself I could stop, but instead, I’m just looking.

In search of more answers,

As to why this cloud,

Produces such a

Haze.