Smokers

The world is brighter 

But yet some use the lighter,

They loose control of their lives

​​​​​And yet want to stay alive,

Their insides stained black 

which burn their red eyes that cracks,

They realise nothing​​​​​​

As its their everything,

​Others are effected

With the fumes that ended,

Cannot breath in cool fresh air

Which is so unfair,

They try to change their way

By having a walk along the bay,

Although it's a long journey

That could lead to attorney,

They try their best

To have a long rest,

Their hands let go

Of what was a no,

Their movements can be quite slow​​​​​​

But luckily it starts to fade like snow,

Each faces bursts out with laughter

As they've shown they're a true fighter.

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