Dec 2, 2023
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.