Cliffs Poem by Vincent Onyeche

I am on the cliff of lingered breathes
As soon as the guts are lost
Every piece has its flashbacks;
Calories, and glories blocked.

On these cliffs are cracked hearts
Torn and worn rays of lights
Escaping from the rusted strings…
Imposing blurr and dull visions;

I am on the cliff with dampen brains;
And projections of broken images,
Disorienting the solace and the sun
With memories that are no more fun.

On these cliffs of lingered breathes
The song they sing, is off key and note
Sadder than death, painful and felt;
In great depth of the broken hearts.