Jan 2016
Smoking my life away.
How long may this sadness stay?
Sitting alone in a darkened room
These silly neurotic thoughts, they loom.
Sometimes I feel Plath is my only friend
I often believe she is a helpful god send.
My thoughts have gotten the better of me today
But it will 'always be okay' they say.
Death is a real but unfathomable thought
I'm still so glad I'm yet to be caught
There's so much more to life than this
Much much more this temporary loneliness
would be foolish to miss
I'm yet to find who I want to be
But when I do, for the first time I will be proud
to be 'me'
Whoever that 'me' will be,
I know for a fact, he will be happy
smokeless
and free.
How long may this sadness stay?
Sitting alone in a darkened room
These silly neurotic thoughts, they loom.
Sometimes I feel Plath is my only friend
I often believe she is a helpful god send.
My thoughts have gotten the better of me today
But it will 'always be okay' they say.
Death is a real but unfathomable thought
I'm still so glad I'm yet to be caught
There's so much more to life than this
Much much more this temporary loneliness
would be foolish to miss
I'm yet to find who I want to be
But when I do, for the first time I will be proud
to be 'me'
Whoever that 'me' will be,
I know for a fact, he will be happy
smokeless
and free.
I felt inspired to pen something as I felt this looming sadness as I lit a cigarette. Being unemployed at the time I wrote this, searching for a job every day was getting the better of me. David Cameron and his austerity agenda was plastered all over the news and everything just seemed so dark.
Cigarettes will never cure sadness, but they sure do help.
Cigarettes will never cure sadness, but they sure do help.
