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My Last Night By Temidayo Jacob

POSTED 06/17/2018 15:23
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My last night was gruesome.
I had a grisly night. Cold, not warm!
There was a war of sleep, right?
A war between a knight (myself) and the night.
I wanted to watch the night sleep,
the night also wanted to watch me sleep.
Two stubborn heads can move nothing.
War without weapons; We did something!
I got numerous hard hits from the night,
even when all I saw was no single light.
Like a kid that constantly goes for folklore,
I kept coming up to the night hits for more.
Tough coughs. Sniffs. Rolling eyes. Blurry breath.
Then I remembered that there is life and death.
Faces without faces, coming in through...
Then I remembered that there is a God too.
Sounds from my radio started to walk astray.
Everything I saw, suddenly went on to lay.
The night got me. A knight got torn.
I made my two eyes naked, to see the sun.
My last night was gruesome.
I had a grisly night. Cold, not warm!

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