By Noel Ihebuzor –
The evening limps on dragging feet
slowly, the enlarging darkness of night
overruns the day
urging the dying day to bed and rest
the lights die out
as silence enfolds the enveloping darkness
and she waits
Time crawls on millipede feet
seconds last long like sluggish minutes
sadness and worry rest heavy
heavy on her restless pacing feet
(occasionally stamping feet)
as a damp blanket
Between pacing, stamping and sitting,
she stays on, stays up, eyes heavy
soul heavier, spirit drooping
wrestling with the harsh hands
of hurt and reality
that now strangle her dreams
and choke her soul
she checks the hum of every passing car
ears straining and acute
hearing the silent footfalls of footless spirits
responding to the call of the night
as they glide to their nocturnal haunts
And she wishes she could go forth like them
but she cannot
worry has…
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