Consequences

Drug abuse has dismantled lives and shattered dreams. Make the better choice and stop drug abuse, for healthier minds and better lifestyles.

Sibusiso Munyaradzi Ncube

The cold winter wind whistles through the remains of broken glass,
I shiver as I hug my thin blanket,
My swollen knuckles ache as I picture the pieces of glass on the other side of the wall.
I am glad i missed her this time,
I would have lost her to my own hands.
My stomach rumbles, my heart aches,
The spaces she used to feel before she fled.

I thought I’d feel more of a man,
With an iron fist and fierce aura,
Alleviated by the stench of stale cigarette smoke,
And cheap alcohol.
Was it supposed to bring me joy,
Coming home to a purple-eyed wife,
Whose once beautiful smile now appears,
As a yellow wall with one window,
Proudly sponsored by my fists.
Im drawn by the creaking in the ceiling,
The sound of scattering feet on the rotten wood,
Such a strong resemblance of my life,
I frown in disgust.

The moonlight seeps through the torn curtains,
It shines on the dusty surfaces in the small room.
A broken mirror reminds me of our shattered dreams,
A long black dress hangs on the dismantled door,
My life had sucked out all the light out of her,
But she held on because she had hope.
I was a dead soul in a frail body,
One shot and a blunt would fix this,
Deep down I’m consumed by guilt,
Because I know that’s exactly how I got here.

I’m awakened from my daydream by a tap on the shoulder.
It had only been a few minutes from my last puff,
And it was my turn again.
I look at the rolled paper between my fingers,
Now with disgust,
I think of the shattered life I had just envisioned.
Ferociously I crush it with my feet,
My accomplices stare at me protesting.
I won’t do this to her,
I won’t ruin life at twenty.

@silhouette _heart