"Cigarettes are interesting
But damn they are deadly.
When I see them in between
Someone’s fingers I wonder the
Story that cigarette holds.
Why did the person decide to
Set it on fire.
Is the smoke
That slips from their lips
Make the contamination
They feel inside cease.
Does it make all the words
Wished said vanish for a moment.
Does it make the lighting in their
When I see someone with a cigarette
In their hand I want to snatch it and
Step on it a million times - I have the
Urge to destroy the cigarette and all
The boxes they own.
But then, I wonder what if It means causing
What if it means stealing their momentary
Someone once told me,
“I want to stop, trust me I do. But
I am already half dead.”"