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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 ??
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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
Copyright ©
Owen Hamalala
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