Long Days And Short Nights Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

Everyday has its own riddles
The second hand has thousands of needles
Every tick piercing my life
The minute hand walks the talk
Tik talking my misery
The hour hand has power
A shogun knife falling closer to my heart.
Every hour wondering how to rout out of my rut.
Long days without a plan
Man!
Then the nocturnal torment
I hear the hands of time
Mocking and tik toking me awake
I can't sleep
I count sheep
I count ticks
No trick.
I am up as soon as i lay down
Back in town
Hustling in the daily fight
Of the long days and short nights.

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