A Poem about smoking

Thank God for a cigar...lol

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Smoke is the easiest way to forget,
Filling me where I was never filled
Replacing the empty spaces with something
Even if its something painful
Its something in t least

The embers in it emblazon
the embers within me
The slow puff and drawl
As I breathe in and I breathe out
Until a tip of ash falls off
And a new bit begins to form again

A fire burns, small but steady
Still there, knowing its time is up
But still burning, not yet ready to give in
It fills my lungs and my throat
Cresting into my chest then down below
fills everything that makes me, well,m me
It leaves me filled without

My throat tightens,
A bit of smoke and a bit of remorse
But its harder to feel t regret now
The smoke has done its course,
So that to feel is no longer an option
But to breathe and to exhale
To suck in then to blow out,
I feel it leaving me for now
Though I'm sure it will come again

Tinge of bitterness and tinge of despair,
But not so bad that I cannot stand
I've felt this once and i'll feel it again
Breathe in, breathe out, then extend
Get back up where I left off
Brush it off and stand back up
let a puff out, then inhale in
back to sitting on the same old bench again

Another tip falls to the ground,
A little bit lost but so much found
what you teach me, taught me, here
I'll look back someday, and remember it
But for now I'll breathe in and breathe out
And let smoke fill me where I was without

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