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acrid, ashtray, broken, cancer stick, damaged goods, discolouration, lightheaded, musky, nicotine, odor, pictures, poem, prisoner of past, smoking the pain away, tattered, tranquil, tremor
Fingers
With fingernails painted
A subtle shade of blue
Concealing the discolouration
A nasty yellow hue
Reek of heavy
Musky
Acrid odor
Move back and forth
In a rhythmic order
It’s her fourth
Cancer stick
When the nicotine hits
Lightheaded, she starts feeling sick
Her insides are burning
Like the cigarettes she puffs
But her tranquil and reserved exterior
Gives nothing away
Her fingers slightly tremor
As she flicks the ash into the ashtray
She smokes her pain away
Labelled as damaged goods
By a person who once mattered
Here she lies broken and tattered
Like the formless gray residue
In the ashtray
A prisoner of the past
She smokes her pain away
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Superb post. Pls, i’m reblogging this. Thanks.
Potent poetry, Sanah, well-written.
Each word is so full of meaning and visual imagery, you are powerful and profound.
Hello Sanah, I have been reading some of your writings and I must say you have some very insightful thoughts. I only hope you have not been a victim of some of the things you write about. That would be so tragic.
I hope that others that read these posts of yours do so with an open mind and heart in order to learn something … you have a lot to offer … keep up the great work. Maybe one day you will compile a book … ?? – Title: Sanah