Howling blues dawned,
And cast on my head many clouds.
Their bloody hands, fetched me like a kid.
Their piercing sounds, tore me to shreds.
Depression! The odds-on favourite;
Sucked me into pessimism.
My heart; became down and out ;
And no one to take him home.
At the dawn of the night.
When the sun was deeming abandonment.
I deadened the enthusiasm to live.
Before the cordiality feigning moon could deceive.
Slowly and lowly lied I to die.
Counting the second's sounds silently in despair.
Till at dead of night,
When the winter's wind brought the summer's damsels to my thought;
Then arrived roses in my cheeks!
Special dedication to Okoronkwo Jennifer Chinenyenwa and Semira Ogweda.
