Addicted

I'm addicted to the sound of Of silence Like the wind blowing on cold morning Oho yes !!! I'm addicted If words would define what this is it wouldbe just total ??silence ?? . I'm addicted I'm addicted Like a poet addicted To metaphors and rhymes that Are line to lyrical chain of never ending thoughts I'm addicted to the Burning coal of nicotine Till my last dying breath I crave to put out My fantasy to unfulfilled dreams. Like a sinner addicted To the pleasures of lying. I'm addicted to the Consoling bottle that Can drown me in the sorrows of my regrets Like a singer addicted To notes and symphony A cheating husband Full of secrets without regrets. Sucking All the honey for his selfish desires. Is all am addicted too. You see am an addict Ooh!!! Yes I'm addicted Like the politician addicted To embezzlement and lying. Enriching his fat pocket. Am like a child addicted To to her mothers breast To every smile I fear danger. As my lips anger the well-fed. Like the gase attackers (tokota) I'm Addicted to burning and Splitting blood of innocent without rumours I am addicted to gospel That preach love and peace. Equality amongst brothers. Like a prostitute addicted To the streets house And potbelly fathers I am addicted to repenting And relenting in worship and Prayers, even on this war ship Of life slaying biblical verses Is like playing. By:owen thepoet