Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and Oluwatosin Kayode
It’s a gathering of ghosts
That sips the kerosene of sleep from the lantern of my eyes
Riding me like a mare into the night: a nest of nightmares!
Have I been awake?
Have I been sleeping??
I was shivering and sweat formed a great deal on my whole body
Sweat that makes my skin silvery black
And makes me a wet sacrifice to the ghosts of the night
That heat me up with the fire of the night
The great night
An incredible terrorist that torments me with every darkness there is
The night that makes the tiniest illumination greatly valued and appreciated
Will there be light at the end of my tunnel as it is sweetly said
Will the morning ever comes?
I seek for drops of dawn
Like a drought soul thirsty for water
But often it’s a long walk to morn
The morning I am longing for is now only a beautiful illusion that will never come through
Or perhaps it will
But it’s taking too long
I’m a sleepless soul
With weary eyes that ache for rest
That ache for respite from my nightmares
My nights aren’t made for rest
So I long for the morning, for morning’s calming melody
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