My addiction

Yep... I know some has been there with me...

I Feel low at times,
The world is killing me
I feel like giving up,
What is wrong with me?
I ask “Why go on?”
While I light my cigarette
I blow the smoke in the air…
I ignore the bullshit.
This white paper with a filter
It aint so Bad
In fact I’m glad;
I enjoy the privilege a little bit
Of chocking down this cigarette
I feel better
A little more relaxed
Who knew the “Tambourine Man” sold gas!
With the flick of a dial, falls all my dreams
My hopes, My aspirations lay in between
In each inhale of this nicotine
I could leave right now
And who would care if I do?
So I beg the burning paper
To take me with you
We could dance forever with no music
In love with death, don’t I sound foolish?
I feel it’s at hand
My time has come
My one moment of ecstasy is finally done
Is it bad poetry?
I’m just glad u listened
To My heart
My soul
My addiction