Night Life Poem by Kwadwo Botuo Gyimah

This is when I come alive
In this pitch dark night when sinister lingers in the corner of our minds
And the voices in our heads are amplified, calling out to those of our kind
Insomnia feeds the ego of our concealed attraction
And our natural reaction breeds our hard-core action!

The moon shines on us and shows who we really are
And when the night is darkest, I see my star
Then I would have a star or two attempting to drown my sorrow
Regardless of its consequences tomorrow
It is for me, a bottle for my trouble

The street is the place to be
Noises that define the night
Music, so intoxicating, inviting the happy feet of the boogie man
The barking of furious dogs heard from afar and out of sight
And the lady in red leaves with the player having the better hand

Trapped in the chill of the cold breeze
We find joy keeping warm with a bonfire
Lighting up the herbs and getting high
The bonding of brothers, this is what keeps our minds at ease

We have become nocturnal
Loosing ourselves in the shadows of darkness
Battling nostalgia and getting wasted
And when the bar closes
The brothel is opened for yet another journal