POETRY
Hooked
Free verse

Once past the point of resistance I remember how much I enjoy the sensation.
I know it’s not good, I love the feeling, I love to look at the plume as I breathe out, admiring twists and turns dancing gracefully within the smoke.
I was not built to take it into me lungs, not adapted to deal with chemicals most seem to deal with well.
I know it’s a bad move, addiction was never a good call for the human psyche. I, like all of us, fall foul to stupidity.
Again I find my excuses to indulge, well feck it, I’m no different to anyone and will carry on with what I know best, to be an indulgent human being. Again, am I happy to feel the cigarette hangover in the morning?
Time for a break for a few months at least, Maybe I will kick it this time?
Thank you as always, Lucy The Eggcademic (she/her) for giving my words a platform. 🙏 thank you all for reading and your precious time. Always. J. 🙏✨
