I sit here with my face upturned to the sky
Parting my lips and closing them around the sweet addiction
that I hold oh so dear to me
Breathing in the stale toxin that gradually infects my lungs
The clouds are forming in gray masses
Matching my pattern of thinking
However I am trapped here
The swirling smoke held inside of me left to build and flow
through my mind until it runs through my veins
They are free flowing, the clouds
Free to express themselves on sunny days when all is calm; on
stormy nights when their cries aren’t so silent
No one questions them
I do not posses that luxury
So until this day and from this night on my storm will be
kept inside of me
Except for when the smoke escapes yet again from my parted
lips
Stress relief found in a menthol cigarette
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