#817-Dark days

Hazy afternoons,

When clouds paint,

A doubting sun.

Shall I shine,

Or hide?

Cigarette smoke,

Melts into nothingness.

Thoughts drift away.

It burns to breathe.

Chest feels heavy.

Don’t care though.

Not sure why.

What about tomorrow?

The voice whispers.

Always another question,

Thought,

Worry.

A sip of wine.

From the bottle.

No glass tonight.

It’s one of those days,

To drown what’s inside.