“Depending On You”

A Poem

“I depend on my little pack of cigarettes…

To get me lightheaded with a sip of smoke.

Sip, sip, sipping doesn’t fix anything at all…

Yet I can’t let it go- just not quite yet.

Am I considering the years it’s taking away?

Oh no, not every time.
Yet enough times to ask myself:

”Will this one be the last one?”

They’re just too comforting, these little sticks that I fire up

I like the warmth,

I like the fresh air,

I like freezing my hands as I sacrifice them to the winter weather…

Well, maybe not fully but I do it any way.
Do I recommend such a thing to anyone?

No, I do not…

I am no role model for which to base yourself on.

So, please, look away for I’m much too ashamed

to let you down…

Because right now, I won’t be putting it out.”