I hate nights
No. I’m not afraid of its black suit
But the acrid thoughts it feeds my head with.
Nights don’t come to me with slumber,
sleep and I don’t get along, not at night.
Cos when night comes so my day.
Its silence births fusses in my head
with crowd of memories swarming in it
Of all the ill done and yet undone.
I bury my head under the pillow
And pretend I never lived
But it reminds me I’m still alive
To Man, nights glyph peace,
Not for me.