"Emphysema On His Mind"

Emphysema the thoughts of what I was doing,

regrets that somehow sneak up in dreams

smoking daily a tragedy of dying unsaved,

something lost you can never see again

buried deep in your mind with a friend.

‘’I prayed for you and your family

the children are suffering now,

lungs filled with death

this evil you know,

burnt inside

toxic tar

into ashes.

God with mercy

for their tiny souls,

but for you the devil

dancing in the fiery hell,

your wife in the mental asylum."

I wake in horror from this dream,

my family visiting me in the clinic

holding hands praying for my healing,

breathing through these ventilator tubes

lying suffering, why now my fear of failure.

Deadly nicotine the curse of mankind,

cold turkey for me begging mercy

kneeling before my family,

no more tears to cry.





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