My horrible habit is back again-

A storm invading my nights and days.

I blame my troubled past,

But I am the one who opens the door.

Heavy nicotine smoke.

How easily I unlocked  my door,

Sent my health to hell,

I switch off my fire bell.

“Do you smoke?”

Yes. I do.

How will I stop?

I have no clue.

I let it in,

Hoping it would calm the stress,

negotiate with my emotional mess.

Instead of finding a solution,

I threw my health through the window.

I don’t count money.

I don’t care about food.

I count cigarettes

To keep a fragile mood.

When stress consumes me,

I lose control.

I grab my habit tight-

A call it comfort.