Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson (31/12/1987 / Ebonyi State Nigeria)

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;
Lo!
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?
Why let me in this ampoule of seclusion?
Come I pray thee and my joy be.