Smoke

Often times

I find myself

Alone

In a dark alley

Around 2 am

Cigarette in hand

And the weight of the world

Resting

Ever so gently

On my

Too small shoulders

With every inhale

My chest becomes

Tighter

And the combination of

My thoughts and tobacco

Constrict me

With every exhale

I can breathe again

And I feel

The little worries

In back of my mind

Dissipate

Along with my ashy breath

I am stuck in

A constant cycle of

Inhales and exhales

Worries and resolves

Stress and relaxation

And it seems as if

My life has

Gone up in smoke