To Huston Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

You took from me a precious stone
Which stand as a blueprint to my destiny,
Return to the old ruggered rock which
Lay behind the gushing spring of life
I live here not for you, do not make hell
Out of me; I have been strong enough
Return that which you took from me
We could settle our hearts with a song
Of the hunters that we once learnt to sing
In your eyes lies my dream and yours in me.



(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016