MY SOLITARY LETTERS - NIGHT



Night


Nights where we sit and weep,

Staring face to face, confronting the diluted darkness

Surrounding our nocturnal scribblings.



We see fumes tormented within that darkness;

Thick waves refracting from every corner,

Gloom reflecting against gloom:



Nights where our despair echo's louder

Than our strident prayers,

When our shadows can no longer bruise itself

Upon the tiger-toothed earth stained with black.



But we wear the saggy gowns sewn

By this subtle night herself.

So we wept but may weep no more

Because the horror still clutches



Fresh and imprinted upon our wrinkled minds

Like the voices of our haunting pasts.

And if the echoes still be sonorous,

What solace would our tears craft

Whether we weep or we do not?



Well, we still do weep;

For the rain can't build a wall,

For the stars can't lighten a grave

And for birth can't instill life.

So let the lines run on



And sync when they wish to

And rhyme all for the fun;

For life's a transient canoe:



Gloom lusteth after light

And light after gloom,

So let our heals shadows lurk behind.



©Samuel Jr.


Samuel Adeyemi (Samuel Jr.) is a poet and a spoken word artist. He currently studies English and Literature at Federal University, Lokoja. A lover of music, sports and art, He hails from Kogi state and resides in Abuja.

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