Night’s Tears


The nights tears poetry talks about the feeling that humans tend to have after a crime has been committed. The tears comes later when the did is done.

The Night’s Tears

The giant of a thousand fear;

The origin of the witching hours;

The hope of the dark hunters;

Yet, grows daily screaming for help.

The crickets were still chirping,

The toads were still croaking;

The breeze was still hallowing sweet tunes,

And man was still snoring out excessive pain,

Hoping for relieved moment in the morrow.

Time ticked faster in fear;

The horns of moonlight lovers kept on ringing;

Footsteps at the backyard taped melodious beats;

Window of the dedicated squeaked in honour;

Neighbours screamed for concern;

‘Thief! Thief!! Thief!!!’

The cry of the guilty followed;

‘Have mercy, it’s the devil!’

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Olusola Butler

I write a lot, on everything and anything. I am that ordinary guy with a whole lot of good to offer. I love art, music and poetry.

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