Up in Smoke

Sometimes
… lately…

this heavy, hazy feeling
crowding my chest
this lazy, lumbering
never at rest
wheezing when I laugh
shuddering to shout
I have an unwell ache
skin shivers as I call out
rumbles when I am still
inhaling the silence
translating the gentle air
into an invasion of violence
marching inwards mundanely
with no respite to save it

and this recalls the ghosts of a life in smoke;
In the memory, how I crave it

… lately…
Sometimes