You know what?
A cigarette sounds good right now,
Felling the suffocating smoke,
Makes my head spin,
The smoke dancing in the sky,
The rancid smell of sweet tobacco,
Is an inviting invitation.

I frantically struggle to reach my pack,
My hands tremble at the though of a release,
The lighter flickers and sparks,
This cycle seems tireless,
A daunting light emerges from sparks.

The world is motionless in envy,
The crackle of burning paper sets me off,
My mind races with a nicotine high,
The problems of reality run away at every puff.

The fire hits the brim of the filter,
An eternity it seemed,
I toss the **** to the ground,
A silence rolls over me,
A realization I believe,
My scars are not wiped clean,
But are drowned out.

Reality is my adversary,
Nefarious to the end,
Nicotine clears my conscious,
But doesn't erase the memories,
Only time can clear them,
But for now,
Ill escape reality for a few minutes.