Clouded Mind

Depressed Poetry

Clouded Mind

A thousand thoughts flood my mind,

As I pull one out of the pack

A million worries cross my mind

As I press it to my lips

A billion questions plague my head

As I flick my lighter

My thoughts begin to cloud

As I take that first drag.

My worries begin to disappear

As I continue to inhale

The questions are left unanswered

And my body is once again at ease

By the end of that one ciggarette.  

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