Profess it once, profess it twice
Its silent stare is damning enough
It allures me, incites my reach
Again, I concede to it
This is the last time.
Lock lipped, shut-eyed, lungs filled
Relief set in my eyes granted as soon as the damage is done
Senses lame and deaf, joints ache, a queue of regrets
Sitting and wondering the illusion that came afterwards
From the choice that was stolen from me
From the choice I thought I had
This is the last time.
I bargain within myself, accepting the leeway I think I deserve
Attributing my bad habits as debt for the world’s apathy
The last time never comes
Because it’s always the last time.
The temptation sets in, but blame myself once then move on
I confide this within myself, a whisper, wheeze under my breath
Succumbing to the same self-deluded promise. One more time.
I have a friend who's a nicotine addict. I wrote it from her point of view. Atleast I tried to. Only feedback I really want to know is whether it's clear or not. Too vague, too obvious, just enough? Open to ANY suggestions.
Hey Christian! This is a great poem. Very intense. I especially like the lines, "Lock lipped, shut-eyed, lungs filled // Relief set in my eyes granted as soon as the damage is done" I would say, as far as feedback goes that if you want people to clearly understand this is about a nicotine addict smoking their "last one," it needs to either be incorporated into the title somehow or in the body of the poem. Once you explained what it was about at the bottom, I understood, but I'm not sure I would have without that explanation. Great job!