A usually jovial presence,
now is dejected,
over someone's guilty pleasance,
a pleasance that rejected,
his heart heartlessly,
yet he still has a drive for fumes,
to consume mindlessly,
and to be consumed.
A drive that had surpassed,
the fear of himself,
his life encompassed,
in a twenty stick pack on his shelf.
For him it's all smiles,
a cheap escape,
all lies,
vitality as a cost he pays.
A usually jovial presence,
now feels treason,
for he is now a witness,
of suicide without a reason.
Note: Our unit head is a very kind and jovial doctor. This particular case of a man and one could see a sort of disappointment coupled with guilt/sadness on his face. The patient had been smoking since a long time and had developed Myocardial Infarction as a consequence. He underwent a successful surgery. On the follow up, the man confessed that he is still smoking. A suicide without reason?
Thank you grapher, your poem helped me initiate this thought. A kind dedication to you as well. :)
