With cigarettes in my hand <br />I felt like a man, <br />with each puff I took <br />closer to death, I ran. <br /> <br />Cigarettes, each one I <br />lit fire and let burn, <br />I could feel the kick <br />making my head turn. <br /> <br />Tobacco wrapped up thin <br />and held in paper, <br />flicking in my mouth <br />made me feel safer. <br /> <br />Each molecule of Nicotine <br />that entered my brain, <br />soothed my body and <br />took away the strain. <br /> <br />But I have to pay the price <br />for the pleasures of fag, <br />I will soon be weak <br />for fresh air, i will gag. <br /> <br />My lungs will be burnt <br />by the soot and smoke, <br />My heart will be clogged <br />and I might have a stroke. <br /> <br />My skin might wrinkle <br />I might soon look old, <br />small mistakes added, will <br />put my life on hold.<br /><br />Vikram G. Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/00-with-cigarettes-in-my-hand/
