Smoking his cigarette on his own,
He thinks the world is his burden,
The problems he holds are deep and alone,
And nobody shall ever know them.
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A Puff Full Of Problems
Smoking his cigarette on his own,
He thinks the world is his burden,
The problems he holds are deep and alone,
And nobody shall ever know them.
Squinting his eyes he gazes above,
The stars never seem to reassure,
Meanders of grey just from one puff,
His tired mind still finds no cure.
Looking down, colours same as ash,
He begins to feel he's beaten,
Flicks the butt then orange splash,
And remembers, all day he has not eaten.