Sunday, December 30, 2012

Want a cookie little girl?

Magpie # 149
image by R.A.D. Stainforth

You call him your friend.
He who, like a thief
in the night, steals your
Precious possession;
The breath of your life.
Your heart beats faster.
You cough ‘til you puke.
Your blood pressure goes up
And you tell yourself;
This friend relaxes me!
His lies fill your head;
need me to feel good.
always there for you
while you tell me your
troubles. A friend indeed.
Following  blindly
you drag me into
The abyss of cruel
Agonizing death.
Not my friend, not me.
Steal my money
Steal my breath
Leave me flailing
in the ashes of death.
You are my friend.


Blogger Jinksy said...

Great last stanza to underline this serious look at the horrors of smoking.

2:30 PM  
Blogger Berowne said...

Power and truth, both...

2:43 PM  
Blogger The Blog of Bee said...

Frightening. We all know the pitfalls of the dreaded weed and still there are those who indulge. I did for many years and stopped cold turkey.Well written - hit the nail on the head.

3:11 PM  
Blogger Margaret said...

with friends like these.... who needs enemies. Right?

7:45 PM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

Excellent, Rel...

8:15 PM  
Anonymous jasmine calyx said...

I like the friendship comparison, the illusion that it's relaxing you and that it makes you feel better.

10:07 PM  
Blogger Kathe W. said...

Frighteningly brilliant-you and I know what lies ahead of those who smoke...

1:25 AM  
Blogger Lee said...

I stopped cold turkey, too...but I must admit I enjoyed smoking when I did...particularly when having a drink and after a good meal...but I couldn't do it any more...I have no desire to do so.

6:10 AM  
Blogger Helen said...

Intriguing title ... and every word that followed.

Happy New Year Rel!

12:06 PM  
Blogger Yvonne Osborne said...

Oh, yes, the lies we tell ourselves. Scary, set down like this.

8:47 PM  
Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Oh, yes! Truer words were never spoken...

12:55 AM  

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