One Last Breath
Inhaling those poisonous fumes over again,
Fearfully casting another year away from a life that was once fulfilled with bountiful opportunities,
A life that shined so bright to make the sun jealous of its existence.
Forgetting the power within,
Oh but a coward.
Refusal to classify this addiction, as an addiction.
A constant repetition of the days before,
Where you took hold of that pipe and exalted in a deep breath as if it was your last.
Ah, maybe it was.
Playing into the deaths of the once ambitious and driven individuals who thought they could control the thirst for the drug.
Remembering bitter blessed days where the weather croons to the perfect beat.
Singing the despair and pleasantries as diverse seasons weep.
A lullaby to the pain.
Fantasizing of looking across architectural beauty over throwing the next to its throne,
Declaring attention…
Loudly decoding the mysteries within the long gone days, before…
Yet another drug claims the victory over the flesh.
But must I watch?
As that deadly liquid conquers your blood stream, choking the lungs that now only dreams to flow free.
But must I do nothing?
As the tobacco deteriorates that gorgeous smile that once blinded my vision.
But must I never tell a soul?
I MUST!
UN-accepting the imagery of allowing another to torture the flesh that clings to the bones they possess.
As if they did not know the consequence.
I MUST!
Writing letters, e-mails, newspaper articles, novels, and poetry, to halt the never ending cycle of this suicide.
Telling the world the secrets of the pain that many are burdened never to release.
Losing one to save a million, a way that I know very well
A lesson learned by the addict that lives in my heart without rest,
The ones that won’t, because I can’t watch, take…
ONE LAST BREATH.