Collapsed Heart

I followed flying butterflies as I craved

But they landed me deep into a grave

I bled right on the floor not just the pain that I was raped

Neither was it the bruise, the size or the shape…

But seeing the many beautiful promises

Fly away as flames from burnt fuses,

I once had confidence right on the stage

But Cameras of love replaced my image

Making me a coward dwelling all alone

Without a home, heart, name, number and a phone.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu