sonnet for the addicts
When my friends are busy fucking.
I am busy smoking.
I smoke like a chimney
Only to start thinking
Why I am this evil
Bottles popped now drinking
Drank so much now sinking
I am so blinded
But seeing everything
The queen and the king
Smoking and drinking
People are talking
But I am hearing nothing
Only God can save me.
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Elfuric
Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.
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