Night…. - Poem by Elorm Dogbo
To the vampire is life
Another feeling to the husband and wife
Is when the vagabond teens prefer
For promiscuity will occur
A repeated elegy to be read
As contemplation cut a swathe through my head
You have made me a grand old master
To prophesy melancholy ahead
Now my young shoulders can hold no longer
My old head.
A period I reserve to cry
For I will see no one around to ask me why
Sometimes when I cry
I forget that the day
Lies just a few hours away.
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