Misery Poem by Leonard Ninwie

The night is dull and mudded
The rains are relentless and
The sun has gone to bed too early
His brows nipped by the cold
Winds whistling with mood
I stepped out into the streets
But the paths have had their full
And the redundant waters pool
Like the spots on a leopard’s skin
Even the ever dancing stars are sad
I sat under a tree to think but
She too have had enough
We cried together under the burden
Of a dark and flat sky with a sullen moon