The Battle
I have a craving...
A craving for self control.
I need to have one...
One stick to cure it all.
No... No I just cannot,
Cannot take one puff of smoke.
For it is poison and will kill,
My body it will choke.
I have something like a hunger,
That reaches from head to toe.
I cannot take one puff,
For I will not change so.
My body says yes,
As my mind screams NO.
I need one more puff,
Yet weakness will show.
It is poison,
And it will kill,
I cannot smoke anymore,
For I wish not be ill.
My body is under the battle,
As I need it to pass.
Energy runs through my body,
As the craving lasts.
I am high on purity,
No toxins within.
I am draining with all,
Yet energized within.
This battle is more than I thought,
The craving is so strong.
HELP... I want to quite,
Smoking has been so long.
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