To the darkest night In my heart, Write I to fall into the ditch Not always out of reach. The night in my heart To be lightened by no small light. The dark night within the clothes Battering those thoughts, Till they pick the flesh to bleed Sucking the dark, thick blood It's a moment that can't be told. The Day on its motion Sweeps away the portion of the darkened rotten ration Suppressed in stark oppression. The cries played the routine The prayers scoop the silence Into becoming some chirping In the night of great incense Sacrificed to the night, the darkest hours of the heart. Hidden in the circle From the torture of the subtle To the nocturnal fighting Where nothing is forming But the windy creepy raging Of the darkened hour of the night
About the Poet
Adediran Olusade is a final year student at the University of Ibadan. She loves writing, especially writing poems. Currently, she resides in Oyo town.