On May 26, 2014, I lost my grandfather due to fluid in his lungs caused by cigarettes. Fast forward a few months to August 2014. In a desperate attempt to feel closer to my grandfather, I smoked my first cigarette. Fast forward four years...it’s 2018 and I haven’t put these things down yet. This is a poem I wrote to my grandfather, to explain why I became so addicted to the thing that took him away.
Another nail in the coffin
He laughs
And holds one out to me
Thoughts of you take over
I forget how to move
These nails are heavy
He complains
But he has no idea
They are so fucking heavy
I light it up
These nails took you
Too soon
And they’ll be the death of me
Their weight brings me higher
I’m closer to you
These goddamn fucking nails
Make clouds
That will carry me to your clouds
Thoughts of you take over
I need another nail
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Kaitlyn Ford
A young Canadian girl with a lot to say. I want my voice to be heard.
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