A Short Story
- In a balmy summer's eve, stress clung to me with might,
- Dark thoughts sought to conquer, to dim my inner light.
- I wandered through the hours, trying to ease my mind,
- Seeking solace in a respite, my thoughts to gently bind.
- There upon the table, lay a tempting siren's call,
- A devil's stick, a cigarette, waiting to enthrall.
- Not one for smoking's grip, I'd tried, but never felt,
- The euphoria others spoke of, its pleasures never dealt.
- Yet this time, a shift in fate, I dared to take a chance,
- I grasped the wicked stick, a dancer in life's dance.
- With a hunger for relief, a lighter in my hand,
- I kindled up my lungs, my thoughts began to expand.
- It hesitated at first, as if to ward me away,
- But on the third attempt, a spark brought night to day.
- I held the smoke, breathed it in, a moment so profound,
- Time slowed its racing heart, a peacefulness I found.
- No longer bound by worldly strife, a smile did grace my face,
- The tissue turned to ash, an infinite abyss I'd embrace.
- I gazed into its depths, and there, it gazed at me,
- A silent understanding, a moment wild and free.
- Yet serenity was a façade, for addiction lurked within,
- A fleeting calm, a moment's peace, a battle to begin.