My Tobacconist And I Poem by Mat Ship

A long standing relationship abruptly ended
My tobacconist and I had a falling out
My life no more shall be controlled by the evil weed
The many I had smoked had risen to the heavens

As I stumble along the path of life I make up my mind
No longer I shall be breathless, no longer shall i choke
For my choices have been chosen as if they were predetermined
There IS light at the end of the tunnel

I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin
I cough,
Remnants of the days gone by,
My lungs clearing
Like the morning sun that burns through the crisp cool air

It cuts through my conscious like a herd through an old rugged mountain trail
Liberation, no longer am I a slave to that noxious poison
Through my veins run blood and hope.

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