Scarred Night Poem by Tee'k Aminu

Am hurt from the injuries of the day;
I feel the pain in my words,
like scribbled writings in a wet paper
and slowly my eloquence dies
in the misery eating me deep.

Am hurt by time;
Questions that went un-answered,
Wishes that remains wishes.
Oh! My heart aches from this and that
Of life injustices

I smell danger miles north
From where I seat
But the dusts In the wind
has blinded me from the danger
in my home.

The heart of men is weak;
Like cracked walls,
So bleak and glare
Thus, the notion of glee is taken
As another night-mare