Saturday, March 2, 2013

Handle this without a cigarette

Staring at the ceiling,
Telling yourself you can handle
This without a cigarette.
Your empty bag lies next to you
Its content spilled
That's how things go sometimes
That's why you strike off today
As the day you lost and gained
 In equal measure, or maybe not
Maybe that's why you have
to pick yourself up
and handle this without a cigarette.