hinge a psych of perfect ace,
dive swiftly from the cliff of contempt,
ditch your last Romeo’s golden embers;
aye, bury not those smiling eyes!
Remain livid, a luminous star;
nudge cognition, swat the vagabond;
time awaits you.
Dump the mud-clogged annex of pain,
Ashen, the disfigured face of grief!
How could you forget you have strong wings?
Fly, to new heights!
©2013 Kemka Ezinwo