Smoking Cessation

by Teria Westerviller   Sep 13, 2021

Smoking Cessation

The voices roar within my ears,
water flowing, thunder rolling -
seems, there is no concentration
during the smoking cessation.

Unable to think, unable to breathe
Anger's striking force, shocks me -
back to life, fresh air I breathe,
addiction comes with a fee;

Signals crossed, emotions flare.
Will they still love me after?
Will they still care?

Bowing out would be easy,
except for the torture -
the addiction would beat me.

We all contain an expiration,
it's time to postpone the date
with a smoking cessation

** I feel like I'll probably edit this later on. Writing about it was also iritating me lol


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