Smoke
Location
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