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.
Black Night
Victor Ekwueme
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 06/08/2020
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Poem topics: alone, voice, room, stranger, scene, night, terrible, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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