The lighter's a trigger
I load my gun
And swallow the bullets
Straight to my lungs
With every drag
And hit I take
My thoughtless mind
Will come awake
No more mommies leaving
Or daddies crying
Just coughing and heaving
And careless flying
I guess it's living
I guess I'm dying
And if I'm not
I'm surely trying
Poem About Smoking Pot
I can relate to every word written. Drug misuse/addiction is very complex and to anyone outside of it will never truly understand how people think, feel, behave when they are gripped by the...
Escape
Published by Family Friend Poems February 2014 with permission of the Author.
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