Night is mother,
Wide and dark,
luring me into her deep.
In her arms I seek solace for the week;
Mother hides me from my darkness,
When I’m at the mercy of my weakness.
Mother told me darkness is nothing to fear,
You tasted her in my womb when death was near.
An end was never the enemy,
It is what dies in a man when kissed by apathy.
Mother is the night,
Breezy, cold, lonely path;
One I dreaded searching.
For a me lost beneath my scars,
Behind smile that makes me a jackass.
Night is mother,
Teaches me how to breathe,
before she’ll come for my breath.
It is in life’s paradoxes,
that I understand that mother’s kiss is a metaphor;
One I do not see, till stars fall.
When mother comes tonight,
Tell her to sing me a lullaby.
About every horrors that pave my path
like the stones set in her lace.
But tell mother;
Oh, mother, it is not sleep that claims a man,
it is the dream that keeps him from making a plan.
Pen is mightier than sword. The ink flows as blood through veins and arteries. Kudos
Thanks man.
Nice one sir
I wanna comment on the phrase “solace for the week”
Night falls everyday, why does the solace have to be for the week not day?
Hehehe. Ask the poet ?
Yeah yeah, Ikr ☺☺
You are right.
However, I used the liberty of a poet in choosing the word “week” to rhyme with the word “deep” in the preceding line,
the point is to give give end rhythm to the poem and to also portray the kind of rest one get after a week long period of work
[8/4, Opeyemi Thanks for your recommendation ?✌?
Night is a lot of things…
Nice piece
The darkness that hides our darkness?
That’s rich. Kudos! This is beautiful.
Night can be terrific, but it’s just rewarding because it leads to daybreak. Challenges toughen but give way to victories and praises.There’s is no gain without pain because you can’t sing the songs of victory without first fighting!
Gudos ore!