to waver

seven days
seven days
of nothing much
and now you start
your evil drilling
snaking sneaky
through my panic stricken
mind
for what, for why, i cry
how many bars of chocolate
must i eat
to still your iniquitous
insistence
yesterday was strength
no problem
i had the beating
of you
today, day seven
you whisper sweet, sweet nothings
turn my head
from sensible to needy
i know where you lie
waiting for me
tonight i crave sleep
to shut your ceaseless nagging
from my mind
which longs for an excuse
to waver and draw deep
the curling trails
of nicotine's addiction


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