Broken Admission

I found a recipe
 That’ll feed your grief
 And a bile tasting leaf
 Encased in silver capsules
 I found a recipe
 From the valley of broken rainbows
 And an alley of tall shadows
 Let it boil like Poseidon’s wrath
 And create waves in a hollow passage
 Maybe then, it would lessen your baggage
 And drown you with what’s left of your pain
 When you return, I hope you receive the message
 And I will wait
 Till the crimson flower falls

Shola Ajayi

Contributing Writer Mentally Aware Nigeria Initiative