Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson
No longer to soar, for
My wings are broken, and my feathers unrooted
In this excapade of affection.
Staggering like a bird deeped in strong alcohol,
I clap my feathers in the air- yet
Unable to fly, I'm left but with a faded fantasy.
Striving for a touch of love,
Upon the verandas of heaven,
Was left to my own illusion which were
But a delusion.
Who shall amend these broken wings of mine-
Who shall give that strenght again to soar;
It's all dwindled dream
Like a psychic hallucination
Seeing realities coming like fancies.
My wind of joy ceased,
My air of hope suddenly turned against me;
My reason into the future I cannot pilot that
Hard i get crushed on the tree of dismay.
Come cople these wings of mine.
Come give back the joy- the hope with which to fly;
It's only you
Only you who are my delight
Why let me in this ampoule of seclusion?
Come I pray thee and my joy be.
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