At night

Curl up in soft ashes,
Tired lashes now frosty.
Clogged, stuck in the cinders
Of smoke.

I don't understand it,
Can't stand it much longer,
Tabacco smells stronger
Than air.

As my sooted breath splutters
I utter my graces
To those who are helping me
Choke.

So I'll cry as I'm sleeping,
My weeping eyes bleeding,
Tabacco stings stronger
Than air.

So I am a spoilsport
refusing to dance
In downpours of bright,
Burning rain.

From the street to my bedroom,
The gloom of confetti,
Tabacco falls greyer
Than air.

I can't close my window,
Won't sleep in a chamber,
Though gassing would cause me
Less pain.

So I leave the world welcome,
Though no-one is helped.
Tabacco is stronger
Than air.

So all I can do
Is grope for the table
And check my inhalors
Are there.