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Some days you’ll fear the morning

Some nights the darkness is frightening

Some nights you’ll welcome the morning

Some days you’ll find the darkness inside

This game of not knowing

Not trusting


This life of a whim

This whim of a life

The unpredictability

The unpredictable ability to ruin and to build


A glance in the mirror

The weight on the pillow in the morning when you wake

The feathers where your feet should be that night when the bed folds you in

And you love

To hate

Like the sun sets

And the moon rises

And you know you’re just like the tide

Sometimes like a rock



And solid

All at once



Going out of your hands like wild things

Tucked in a stranger’s memory

In the curve of a lover who’s afraid

There at the bottom of the sea where you cave

And rise to the surface

To the hooded eyes of the ones who love you so much it hurts

You hurt

But it’s you who hurts

Because moods change

Because moons rise

And sun sets

And sometimes you forget

Why? Why?


When did I let them go?

And then morning

With its unpredictability

Its unpredictable ability to ruin

Not to build

And you remember



But not why

No one can tell you why

And you won’t look in the mirror because it’s your reflection you’ll find

Because it’s your reflection you’re afraid to find





Written by Chiedozie Dike

About shakespeareanwalter

Walt Shakes(@Walt_Shakes) is an award-winning Nigerian writer, poet and veteran blogger. He is a lover of the written word. the faint whiff of nature, the flashing vista of movies, the warmth of companionship and the happy sound of laughter.

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  1. Beautiful piece. I enjoyed it.

  2. This is a simple beautiful description of life’s essence. Beautiful.

  3. I’m forever battling with my moods. Totally relatable.

  4. *sigh*.
    Still amazing to read, beautiful stuff. Unlike some poems wey I no just dey understand.

    I’m looking at you, author of Odufa.

  5. #Mood.
    This is beautiful.

  6. This…

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