When I wake up
Smelling of cheap whiskey
Ash is sprawled all over my clothes
I swat it off my shirt
Then I go to a market to light another
Watch people go by
In cars that look big
But not big enough
When compared to their chests
The tribal tattoos scream of attention
The biceps of relaxation
They look cool and chill
Then I take a drag
The cigarette's end all orange
And a few sparks dance
In my throat
Like the sparks
At the cremation
And I think
That was yesterday
Or maybe much before
And then I light another
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PoetryThis poetry book is very raw and it is straight from my heart. The poems include titles pertaining to life, love, death, ambition etc. There's no particular poetic tools that I've used it's just instinctual writing from whatever I've read till now...
