R.S. Mallari

My Bestfriend, Slowly Killing Me

When I’m feeling blue
I’ll just look for you
When times get rough
And I’m about to shout
I’ll just reach my pocket

Overwhelmed with stress
I’ll kiss you and pressed
Put you between my teeth
And savor your every treat
Then end up beneath my feet

You were there with me
You were my best buddy
During my rebellious years
Witnessed me, shed my tears
Helped me, conquer my fears

But these past few days
My breath, I always chase
Deprived of sleep, I am weak
Coughing through the night all week
Medical attention I did seek

Doctor said “your lungs”
I replied “what about my lungs?”
He retorted “bronchial tubes”
Angrily I asked “what tubes”
He responded “nicotine-blocked tubes.”

Then realization came to me
It’s my best friend, my buddy
He is claiming the dues
Now I’m aware of the clues
My life I’m about to lose

Each and every puff I did
To my health are poison seeds
Every stick I burnt
Threat to my youth
Buddy all those years spent
You were killing me gently

R.S. Mallari

About R.S. Mallari

Through poetry I am trying to break the barriers of ethnicity, cultures and even beliefs for we humans have the same emotions, the same desires and aspirations. We may differ in colors, in language, and food that we eat yet we are still living under the same sun, swimming and sailing on the same seas and sleeping under the same stars.

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15:42 delete

He was not a friend after all. :)


Through poetry we can inspire others, we can make someone smile and words can make others cry be it of joy or sadness.