smoker’s voice

I’ve heard if you smoke

For too many years

You could be triggered for life

Grooves in the brain

Sunken too deep

Damn those cool kids’ cigarettes

I use to smoke something

Called worship and praise

Started it young, secondhand

Every week, twice a week

Living the dream

I still feel the high of the stage

Slowly it started to make me feel ill

Being the voice of the alter

Stirring emotions and peeking to see

Who raised up their hand to secure destiny

Oh shit, that’s my daughter

She’s 7 year old

I quit that day ice cold turkey

My voice lost its luster

Anointing had wained

Music now gave me withdrawals

When I catch a whiff my lungs skip a breath

Damn those four chord cigarettes

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