ANGEL

(Though the poem is about cigarette and it's addiction, I in no way encourage smoking)

The devil in disguise                     

Or maybe Godsend

But, she is what I have

My new best friend

She weakens my shell

She helps me to cry

She burns herself

But never asks me why?

As I draw her closer

My worries seem to cease

I close my eyes and relax

As she flows through me

I kiss her soft lips

I feel her warmth

The fire in body

Cools me down

Her kiss burns my lips

Her breath hurts my soul

But she does for a moment

Block the gaping hole

White like an angel

Heart, dark and dry

She helps me control

She gives me a high

But like all those

Who dare to come close

She exhausts herself

And burns to ashes

Like all my friends

She regrets being there,

and realises later….

That the flame on the wrong end of my cigarette

Is far greater….