Merritt Waldon

In the times of struggle/\a new smoke break poem___ 
Waking up and going to sleep 
Living a life constantly on the ropes  
Blocking nor feet shuffling. Brings 
recourse  
Sitting out side  
The frozen world crawls upon me 
I am shivering beneath it 
Beneath the weight of all of it 
Smoking one of my rare these days  
Cigarettes 
thinking of how such 
A life was once sought by my younger 
Version 
now ragged and embroiled with 
Dis ease and despair 
I exhale what smokey life remains 

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