Skittles for Breakfast

I take a walk

around the grounds

searching for

something I can't find,

my mind

shrouded by clouds

of misty smoke-

it ain't no joke

Contamination.

I can't think-

need a drink-

try to blink

to clear the mist

Preoccupation.

I eat some Skittles

play with riddles

there it is again

a man walks by

in a cloud of smoke

I want to cry

I take a breath

sweet smoky death

enters my lungs,

Satisfaction.

my reaction?

I need more.

run out the door

standing in line

waiting to buy...

I've changed my mind

back outside

Desperation.

killing time

starting to rhyme

run to the store

for something more

I look inside

trying to find

some peace of mind

trying to see

something in me

can't sit still

heart aflutter

and I mutter

what's wrong with me?

I can't see

it's in my mind

the foggy cloak

makes me choke

I want a smoke

as hard as it seems

to stop the dreams

to pass the time;

when I rhyme

my thoughts are clear

I'm so sincere

and I say:

I'll be okay.