Black Night

laying helplessly on my mat
Strangled like a fowl by a strangler
Look at me struggling with a strangler
All alone in a room without even a stranger.

what a terrible night it was
Awake looking forward to my end
which I knew cannot be amend
In such terrible scene.

my cracking voice echoes
But of no avail
seeking for aid
But non to comply
What a terrible night it was.

Victor Ekwueme
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