The Night Poem by Favour Chinemerem Ugwumba

In the dark chambers
of the world
without life and light
i stay

They are the servant chamber
oh! world of agony
a dark chamber where man's
will is drained.

I walk through the streets
nervous to live
stumbling like a servant which
i am

i walk
through the unlit of darkness
Afraid of nothing,
drunk with dreams.

i have no thoughts for tomorrow
for all it worth
i hope time flies
for my continuous journey to
darkness.