so here you are, night.
i asked for you in anger;
i cursed your name, called you God damned.
i thought that i could shoot your blackness in the veins,
to seize the pain in the soul.
in my selfishness i forgot,
i forgot that the sorrow’s spoon is too big
to boil you down.

oh soothing night,
how your wicked hands do prick me
with the needles of our thoughts,
so dirty and despondent.

i beg, i kneel and writhe away,
but he cannot hear
an atheist to our sleepy weakling
of a love.

whispers and tiredness travels through us
you are here my dreary night
our grave our hole our life.

2 thoughts on “maafa

  1. thanks, Sonya. I’ve been able to grow up throughout the city and while there are so many awesome things there are the ones that cause one to think, be grateful for and at times, hurt a little. thanks for taking your time out to read 🙂


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