Cold Turkey

by Maple Tree   Sep 11, 2017


Laundry scattered
crossed my toes,
smelling scented detergent
I shuffle to the coffee maker.

It's a journey I make daily
to
the other side of my castle,
these bones ache, but I keep going.

My mind urges me to inhale
cigarettes, I need a smoke;
but my lungs are drowning in
dark clouds, they are dying...

and it's up to me to save them.

Sipping my coffee slowly
I chew on a drinking straw
and hope I don't kill anyone
for the remainder of the day.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Natalie84

    I'm dying laughing. Though I know it's a serious matter... I laughed a bit. Intriguing old friend xoxo

  • 7 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Ms. Andi, this is very raw and with your words I can feel you are indeed struggling with this addiction and have to overcome the urge every single day...

    I think you have absolutely nailed the feeling well. Great piece. Keep being strong.

  • 7 years ago

    by Michael

    Miss Andrea

    Punchy and dark..love it

    much love

    Michael :)

  • 7 years ago

    by Lucifer

    I don't drink, don't smoke, and I admire them who does the same.
    And have big respect in my heart for those who decided to quit and fight that battle everyday and its so good to know, Andrea, you win everyday.
    Keep on fighting!

  • 7 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Glad this is nominated.. We all stand with you on this Andrea... Keep it up!! you are strong, powerful, beautiful and so much more..
    well done on an amazing portrayal of an addiction

    • 7 years ago

      by Ren

      I absolutely agree! Well done on this write, Andrea, and stay strong!

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