Smoke and ash....

A throat, so parched,

With burning desire,

And the heat inside,

Smoldering, like fire,

I try to gulp some spirit,

But instantly spit out flames,

I search frantically for some respite,

To keep myself sane,

With trembling hands I light,

That tiny little match,

The fatal stick in my mouth,

Starts blazing in a flash,

Coughing up clouds,

I sit in a haze,

Caught up in this,

Self-created maze,

Startled I get up,

I don't want to surrender to fate,

And drown myself like this,

In this pool of hate,

Pangs of sorrow set in,

And I writhe on the floor,

The pain disables me, I scream,

But I say to myself, no more,

I get up and destroy,

All your remnants that enfeeble me,

I watch with bated breath,

As the flames engulf each memory,

Soon I realise, I never did need,

The crutches of tobacco or hash,

All I needed to see, to set myself free,

Was, your vestiges reducing,

To smoke and ash...!!!

P.S. Kill the pain... not yourself!!! \m/