Poison

The poison clung to my body with each inhale I felt the relaxing sensation fill my body take over and for those fleeting seconds that the smoke filled my lungs all my problems receded like the tide on a beach.

But as I exhaled it out they all rushed back and hit me like a raging tidal waving the sweet poison which i knew was killing me was that which freed me for short moments from some of the problems i never truly knew how to solve.

Tho i understood that it was my crutch which gave me an excuse not try to solve those problems which caused me so much strain my poison had become my coping mechanism to handle the things in life which i truly didn't wish or want to deal with.