Wish I could quit
A sudden rage,
A cunning sensation,
A drowning asphyxiation,
A buried inside craving,
A loud agitation,
A filter with smoke.
Unable to let it shave away,
Unable to clean the stench,
Fighting the lightning burning,
Troubling the veins in thought.
Attached to its every spell,
Lost in its myriad counts,
Flew in vain to the burning sun,
Normalcy forgotten, shyness lost.
Accused heavens,
Threw away spirituality,
Fought lords, in bored cause,
Confused eventuality.
Laughed with comrades of death,
Juggled my life for them,
Chiseling my own self,
With knives made of ash.
Inspiration, I seeker,
They blinded into,
Ha! They cried, I went deeper.
4 comments:
You can quit.
Good Luck!
Chiseling my own self,
With knives made of ash.
This part is nice maga :)
well...no wonder yo so thin! btw grt poem..love these lines..
Attached to its every spell,
Lost in its myriad counts,
Flew in vain to the burning sun,
Normalcy forgotten, shyness lost.
too much depth..a gud combak!;)
so hows yo buk comin along? n m soo sorry fo d late rply...was outta station n stuff..
I just recently quit - or rather embarked on the Quitting Journey. I say that because I dont feel free from it - just abstaining a day at a time! I think its the hardest thing I ever did. Its agony. But its so worth it. And its possible. Goodluck :)
PS - Watching the movie No Smoking helped ;) Just Kidding
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