Vices.

I need some new vices, despite advice
I’ve come to terms with an addiction.
How many times have I tried to quit?
Too many to actually count,
but you stuck around. I like to sing, might not enjoy the sound
but you stayed true to me, even if you were off point to others.
Sometimes you might not be as strong as you seem,
because at the cost of nicotine you suffered
and menthol burned in excess seemed to cut down on the stress but
is it fair to you who’ve served me so justly?
Trust me, I’m not making any promises, but I’ve acknowledged it
and I’m working on a solution.
After all, how will I talk to myself when I have no one else to go to,
when you’re dying, Silent, because I’ve choked you?

Vices.

Shaquille Stewart

Montgomery Village, United States

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A poem I wrote to my voice about my voice.

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