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She’s a ghost
Walking through the empty walls
People she used to know
Seem like aliens to her More
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Night Files: Gone Girl
July 8, 2017
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DTM: Of Late Night Cocoa
June 30, 2017
Diary of a Transitioning Millennial age, blues, bread, cocoa, diary, God, life, night, rain, sleep, tea, wait, wait on God, young adult 6 Comments
The beauty about the rainy season is the chilly breeze that lingers long afterwards, especially at night. It rained much earlier in the morning but the weather is still chilled and I’m wrapped up in a duvet. What suits the night better than a late night cup of cocoa? More
Night Files- Mirror Mirror
June 16, 2017
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Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all
None shall before me stand tall
All proud and self loving will fall
Mirror mirror on the wall
Surely I am the fairest of them all
Strong, handsome and tall
With me none can brawl
Oh foolish mortal how vain
You are of all most mundane
Ashamed you should certainly be
Of what behind the curtain you see
Peel back I say the veneer
At you even the dead sneer
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who then is the fairest of them all
Verily I say none at all
For same Icarus suffered a great fall
Musings of a not so perfect poet
(sage)
Night Files 3
June 9, 2017
Fiction Fridays, night files Fiction, night, night files, non-fiction, series, short story, story, writer, writing at night 4 Comments
It was the day before yesterday. I remember clearly because I wore the shirt I disliked. I remember strutting down the hall with my hands in my pocket, feigning confidence which was already lost in that shirt. I saw him; albeit for a split second. But there’s no mistaking it was him. His brief statue darted down the stairs and I was caught in my tracks. I exhaled the air I wasn’t aware I was holding. Something about him sent creep waves my way. Not only mine as I turned to see a woman and her son retreating from his way. More
Night Files 2
June 2, 2017
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‘One day at a time’, Laila said to herself as she turned off the alarm she had snoozed three times already. She felt the weight of the world on her shoulders as she sat up on the disheveled bed. She couldn’t remember sleeping. There had been a lot of crying and drinking to drown her fears and she fell asleep somewhere in the middle. The pain still gnawed at her heart while she silently whispered ‘Help me God’ More
Dark Clouds
August 21, 2016
Poetry anxiety, dark clouds, depression, encouragement, God, life, night, pain, sadness 17 Comments
The clouds turn dark when it’s about to rain
The soil closes up the seed when it’s about to grow
The night gets darker when the day is about to break
A pregnant woman travails when she’s about to bring forth
Pain before pleasure
Labor before reward
Darkness before light
So why do you despair
Oh my soul?
This darkness you see
Is for a while
This pain you feel
Won’t last forever
Behold!
Pregnant clouds give birth to rain
Pregnant women give birth to babies
Though you travail
You will surely bring forth
Though the storm rages
You will find still waters
Oh my soul
Don’t give up!
Get up!
Get going!
For the light is about to break forth
This darkness is but for a while
©Mfon Etuk, 2016
