The Shrill

I don’t know what I don’t want
But I am really soo sure that I know what I want.

I like nights, nights are calm
They calm me down
The funny thing is that am never calm
No distractions, am activated
They sleep, I workout
I work on the version that i see
The reflection seems to be what I compete with
It’s me, I walk and it follows where move
It’s me, my shadow changes sides, six sides like a dice
I learn to never get drowned twice
That’s me
Short or tall depending on the clock of the light
I am the light
That shines with no spark, I hold the light
Sleep is the weakness that kills
My dreams are my strength
My night is bright

They stay blinded, they say am blind
I like it calm, proud of the grind
You’ll never see me in the crowd
But I promise that my silence is loud
I still don’t know what I don’t want
But I am really soo sure that I know what I want.

Thierry Kiiza
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 06/11/2022

Poet's note: This poem is dedicated to late night owls and all lions who walk alone all day to catch that gazelle.
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