A Quest For Sobriety Poem by Bieze Josphat

It started with frequent errands
To the village kiosk
'Come, bring me my medicine
You of faster legs'
That's my dad's commanding voice.
Then I would observe
As he puffed out smoke
Like an astronomical rocket;
How his lips
Peggef the cigarette
And the state of trance
He would be.

My journey of experimentation
Landed me on this
World of manipulation
By addiction, my babysitter
Whose lap is now my trap
Feeding me with all varieties
Of drugs; pills, powder
Liquids and leaves.
A handful of promises
To relieve my stress.
An offer of relaxation.

But this trap is now my disease
Dragging me down
Into the abyss of insanity,
Turning me against friends and families,
Obscuring my career dreams,
Promising me love in prostitutes,
Drowning me in the pool of STIs.

Help! H-e-l-p m-e!
Help out of this
Vicious circle of Drug Abuse!
I need No More drink,
Miraa, cocaine or weed.
I need time to re-think;
To plant a sober seed.
To re-unite with friends,
And families,
Time to take control
Of my entire life.
A time of Eternal Sobriety.