WHY?

 

WHY?

I see the night

Coming in many and

Embracing my soul

Which I feel comfortable with.

The whispers creep

Into my ear like confused rains.

I feel the sorcery!

Should I conjure their spirits?

Seen them in numerous like this, I have not

For one -by-one they come.

The wild air their gateway,

Underground their home,

Forest their tormenting place.

Enveloped in loneliness after life, and their body a feast to

the termite

"Little kitty why be in the dark all alone?

Do you know how much I have long for the light, yet getting hold of it is like dwelling in the sand.

Afraid you are not, why?

Evil and demonic we are

Yet you stood comfortable in our mist, why?"

A question, I ask myself always

Why?

© Mmesoma Obi