Released from the hospital's embrace so tight,
A fragile soul, caught in life's endless fight.
The Zulu strain's allure whispers in my ear,
A bittersweet temptation, drawing me near.

Just out of healing's reach, I stand alone,
The bong's call echoes like a mournful tone.
To drown my sorrows in Zulu's haze,
To find solace in its smoky maze.

A dance with darkness, a momentary escape,
As the Zulu bong offers a tranquil tapestry of drapes.
But within my chest, a heavy heart sighs,
Knowing this...