Healing Poison

I am addicted, I am not an addict.
I have a limit, my pain is limitless.
The burning, in my chest, soothing
Caps the agony, by smothering my lungs.

Soothing drags, on the front porch,
Releasing captive smoke
It has been held for what seems like years.
Swirls, in the night air; a dense fog.

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When i smoked cigarettes this poem came to be. I quite smoking 6 months ago and this poem sounds better now that i have quite.