Weed:The Heart Cry Of A Smoker

A poem by Olanipekun David       

                     Weed

Wrapped up like a dazzling angel looking lifeless and harmless I stare at you having a feeling of shying away from your inspiration but I say to myself just this last time.

Putting you ablaze I see the red flame calling out to my soul 

Like an infant calling out for breast milk

Within me I have this indefinable feeling anytime am about to inhale your savoury  scent but I say to myself  just this last time.

My lips kisses your tit inhaling and exhaling the flames ,before my own face I see a crumbled soul and future that struggles for freedom from the monster called WEED .

But am already blinded by the cloud9 inspiration to pay attention to what my inner man screams for

The cloud9 experience where by you can reason with the most high but I say to myself just this last time.

Some say you make them go crazy but I  say you make me dizzy.

Some say you shatter their dreams but to me you help dream bigger.

Some say you make them mad but I say you make me a stronger man.

Until i was hit in the skull but I said just this last time.

How could it be my sanity gradually drips low 

High on pills I was thinking I could regain my soul

The last smoke that broke the camels was just this last time

I now write out my thoughts through the help of a physiatrist 

My life now a puzzle shattered and scattered 

Now just this last time I might speak 

Keep off from the beautiful monster WEED 

#HERATCRYOFASMOKER