Darkness | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 264: DARKNESS

that scary moment when time stands,
on one foot like an ostrich,
while earth takes a break and spin no more on her axis

you curl into a ball, like a scared porcupine,
the spikes erect on your back, in vain, scares your fear,

darkness looms,
staring at you
with the eyes of the moon,

and it feels, for a moment, like she will swoop in,
on you, with the speed of a starving raven,
and wrap you in a cloak of dark clouds,

she does, darkness,
she wraps you, in darkness,

you feel life evaporating from your nostril,
you feel your sole giving away to the pull of gravity,
you feel your soul floating away from the grip of your body,

last night, before sunlight crawled away from your timezone,
you went on your knees, and prayed god keep you soul,

but what you never knew is this:
dawn is morning mask of darkness,
she giggled like an evil witch,
when your prayers tickled her ears.

darkness got you
darkness is you

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