I am a poet who writes not only about the things that trouble me but those things you also might or might not know about
Darkness tonight comes with icy hands
Gripping our souls with unusual heaviness
Handling us fear like from those days
Days when we were slaves of our minds
What shall we call this?
Darkness lurks above our heads
Swirling around like dark cannivorous hawks
Making our hearts empty and void
Let our shackles not come again
Darkness tonight is flooding
Taking away our solace
Our then do we summon the flicker of light?
Maybe then we shall be free again.
Beatrice Awotide (author) from Africa on April 17, 2020:
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