Night Alone Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor
Night Alone
Love the sound of silence
In serenity, the
Gentle sea is rising,
An idle thought is the
Devil's field of play,
Come before its calm,
For a plate full of porridge
Is a worthless man's choice,
David's thoughts on the roof bath,
The night sin dispenses,
Forbidden fruit eaten,
Whispers of a nameless Fear
Flood's the heart,
Poet plays the prodigal,
And never bite again.
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