Smoke and Me: The Poem
I lit the cigarette
Staring at the flame,
Addiction never
Felt this amazing.
The smoke and ember
Paved its way,
Like thoughtless clouds
Of wonder.
The perfection of
This carried me away,
How can carrier of death
Be beautiful in its way.
The blood hummed
In my veins,
As I blew
The mist away.
Daisha D. Brave
From self-titled collection
(The Caffeinated Poems of
an Experimental Teenager)