Sitting on a bus close to the window.

On my way back home, uneasy chatting those words I swallowed.

My silence was worse than of a widowed.

I’m trapped in pains and sorrows,

“How can my brother be able to stand this?”

The last moment I remembered clear was taking my last stiff.

To him already I’m just inappropriate

Booze wasn’t my thing but I felt really complete.

After a long working day in Durban and really made me feel like a man.

Problems weighed all over my shoulder,

Like Jesus but this time I’m not sober.

I left in peace in a place on my own planet

Drunk but I had to drive? I beat the bonnet.

Across the street near Verulam S.S drawing snake…

I don’t know when the brakes lose it.

I remembered the car speeding,

Until it was out of the road and suddenly I’m in hospital.

“You can’t be able to walk again…”