I quit smoking – a poem

It’s finally has come to this,
I throw away my cigarettes.
The reason, I have to walk the corridor,
through the realm of happy people.
A couple in love, newly arrived
sitting smooching with each other.
I don’t want to leave my room ever again.
So I will have to quit smoking.
It will be good for my health,
psychical, and mental.
Lungs and brain.
There is only one remedy for loneliness,
more loneliness.
Cut figures out of your life that pesky remember you,
of another way of living.


  1. You know, I cut an entire subculture out of my life. I was alone for years because I did. It was the best thing I could have done for my health. It also brought me closer to God.

  2. Just thought I’d drop by and spur you on. I smoked a pack a day for many years, and have quit for even more years now, and like your other commenter, it’s the best thing I ever did for myself. No regrets at all. I wish I could say how I did it, especially since my ex-gf at the time was smoking too, and I had paraphernalia all around me, which wasn’t exactly best practice. I guess the mantra ‘Not one more puff’ was what got me through. Wishing you all the best!

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