Inhalation | Azyla | Poetry

In Inhalation, the poet unearths the profound depths of smoking addiction, as an insidious compulsion ensaring him of his coveted anonymity.

In Inhalation, the poet unearths the profound depths of smoking addiction, as an insidious compulsion ensaring him of his coveted anonymity.

Inhalation 

I burn all the bridges, 

I burn all the ropes, 

I set them on fire,

and watch as they smoke, 

the black of the gas, 

the toxicity and its mass,

I live to see the ties fall undone, 

keen to watching the fall of the sun. 

Despite the dispersion,

It is still black with deception,

So, the smoke makes a trail, 

And leads me to derail.

It is a wispful thought, 

A wistful sought and a wishful want,

To imagine that I, who you voided anonymity,

Will ever be able to make it out of your proximity. 

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Azyla, the poet, is a 15 year old who wants to stop inhaling smoke.