The Poems

Cigarette

July 13, 2016

Age 16; she inhaled, then exhaled.
Slowly she's dying on the inside.
With every drag she takes, the more it consumes her.
The taste, the smell, even the feeling the cigarette gives her.
The girl knows she shouldn't do it, but she also knows she's going to pass anyway.
"Why not?" She thinks.
All she is doing is killing herself.

At the age of 32, the doctors announced she had cancer.
She knew it would happen.
All because she was consumed by the cigarettes.
Inhale, exhale, repeat.
"This is my last one." She thinks.
Slowly cancer is taking her.

Age 54, she passed away.
Cancer finally took her poor soul.
Everyone who loved her, cried as she was buried 6 feet under.
"This is it." Was her last thought.
Slowly the cigarettes she inhaled, exhaled, and repeated killed her.