Cracks And Wreckages | S Kojo Frimpong

Yesterday I decided to ruin my heart
Upon all the cracks and wreckages
My bleeding heart has endured
I decided to roast it with a little more fire
Whether to strengthen it or to take it
Out of it's misseery for eternity
I didn't have a clue
It just happened

I reached for my lighter
Opened the rizler
Poured in the herb
Rolled it up
Started the fire
Suffocated in the smoke
And breathed it out
The Drug was abused
As I turned the herb to weed

I felt it boiling in my veins
Craving to take over my system
It started from just
A simple light from a piece
And now my body was in pieces
With every bit obeying
The commandments of the most high

Poet's note: This poem was inspired by one of the funniest and ukward moments that I ever had. I tried taking some herbs and the result was this poem. Instead of getting high and maybe sleeping or something I ended up weaving this piece out of that high state. Sometimes we just have to try something new in other not to be judgemental about others. Drugs is not a good thing to get yourself into but you can't point fingers at those involved if you haven't gotten into their shoes before