Anxious again,
My chest feels tight,
Pass that thing and give me light
It’s only better when I inhale,
Taking a drag,
I’m driving the nails,
I know it stinks,
I have bad manners,
But how I love to swing that hammer,
Friends and family have objections,
I have my very own section!
Isolated
Dark predictions,
I rub it out and blame addiction
©B L Costello 2019