I can't

Lying on my folding bed

I lit a marlboro

saw the smoke raising

and getting stuck under the ceiling.

Somehow it resembles me,

my situations and circumstances

but I lack something which it has.

All of a sudden it disappears

like the walls of my room have devoured it.

Damn! That I can't do, 

yes I can't bloody disappear 

like the smoke of a fucking cigarette.