christmas eve journal poem

 [tried to write a poem in 5 minutes, this is what i came up with. i will prob go thru my journal andpolish some old poems to post, but this is what i have for now]

 

 the breeze is whining a familiar tune,

the type you hear while caroling.

i tried to hum along, alone in my room,

but nobody taught me how to sing. 

 

i finished wrapping ten minutes ago, 

waiting until christmas eve is tradition.

but this year there wont be any snow

an ode to my current condition.

 

it smells like pine and fresh scotch tape.

i take a deep breath, and i hit my vape.