Smoke Ring
By joyismine
SMOKE RING My chest is hurting, can't catch my breath Doc says I'm smoking myself to death. Medicine is getting me through each day But cancer is eating my life away. My energy level is in deep decline, Thoughts of death absorb my mind, I think I'm much too young to die, But days of ease have ceased coming by. I've now cut back to a pack a day, But something keeps taking my breath away. Pain and depression hang around, And will 'til they lay me in the ground. My life is cut short with me to blame, My life burned out by cigarette flame; My lungs have suffered a terrible plight, Help me, mister, you got a light? Joyce Guy Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 09:01 AM PST 0 • 1
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