Vani's Blog

Why the cigarette, they ask
Why the isolation, they ask
Why the sadness, they ask
Why the tears, they ask
Why the quiet, they ask
Why the pain, they ask
I have no answers
To any of the why’s
If I did
I might not be sad
Quiet
Crying
Hurting
Smoking it away
So don’t ask me why
Because I have no answers
It just is
That’s all I can say
And I am silently hoping
To let go of it
With the cigarette smoke…