It was a worried night
One which caged all things bright
II
It was a worried night in a cave
One which refused to behave
And craved to be saved
III
It was a worried night
One which croaked and roared in slow flight
Like the ghost of a materialistic demon
Forced to exit its comfortable body
IV
It was a very worried night
One which did peace bite
And extincted serenity like a skilled fumigator
Thinking nothing of the good turned pest
When it is incapable of rest
V
It was a very worried night
One which gave much fright
Weeping with no tears but flooding the floor of sleep
Bringing its legs wherever it is steep
Whipping its heart with a self destructive whip
No matter how it resisted, it passed like the winds
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
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