IN THE LIGHT OF NIGHT

BY

WIZEKING IKWOR.

In those wee hours when all is haze,

Making it impossible to gaze,

When though you resolve to blaze,

You are forced to cut the chase ….

The unending phase,

Of life’s annoying days.

In the light of night

Though weary and worn

Life seems bleary and torn

When after the days thorn,

You are expected to turn

And succumb to the scorn

Of your tired body

But instead …..

You revel in your memories….

Stealing the final recess

From your own self

Well … regarding the clarity of thoughts…

The tranquility of the suburb

The calmness of peace of the night

Who can blame the mind

For wallowing in its light

For in this light everything made obtuse by the day

Is quite in the acute

In the light of night!!!!