For Boniface Gachugu - "I am not scared of the Dark"
A friend and poet Boniface Gachugu "Peanut" is in hospital today for major surgery and although he owes me a poem, I thought that my posting today should be dedicated to him and to his quick recovery...
"...Peanut, your friends are all rooting for you..."
A poem dedicated to you from me....
I am not scared of the dark anymore
Not of the glistening lights through the bedroom window
That look like huge orbs of eyes glaring at me as I sleep……
I am not scared of the dark anymore
Not of the sounds outside when the wind howls
Trees creak and the dogs yowl at the wee hours of enchantment
I am not scared of the dark anymore
Not of the glistening lights through the bedroom window
That look like huge orbs of eyes glaring at me as I sleep……
I am not scared of the dark anymore
Not of the sounds outside when the wind howls
Trees creak and the dogs yowl at the wee hours of enchantment
I am not scared of the dark anymore
Not of the sound my pulsing heart and heavy breathing
When sudden silence around me is deafening
I am not scared of the dark anymore
When sudden silence around me is deafening
I am not scared of the dark anymore
Not even when my furniture comes alive in the dark
And looks like a monster bearing down on me
I am not scared of the dark anymore
Not even when I fear that I might wake up at dawn to find
The whole world has gone and left me behind
I am not scared of the dark anymore
And looks like a monster bearing down on me
I am not scared of the dark anymore
Not even when I fear that I might wake up at dawn to find
The whole world has gone and left me behind
I am not scared of the dark anymore
Not when my worst nightmares jolt me to a sweaty start
Praying that the nasty thoughts don’t stalk me as I wake
But I am not scared of the dark anymore
Praying that the nasty thoughts don’t stalk me as I wake
But I am not scared of the dark anymore
As I can see the glimpse of orange ember
Giving me hope of the sun trickling in
I am not scared of the dark anymore
Giving me hope of the sun trickling in
I am not scared of the dark anymore
As it is soon to be conquered by the blinding light of the sun
~Siki~
Comments
Thank you for your poem. My favorite part is the lights coming in through the window. This is like a drawing I did that was of a memory from childhood. You know, when you're eyes are wet from crying and the lights stretch into long streaked patterns? I hope your friend Peanut is doing well. I'll pull for him, too.
We lost a brave soldier today....
all the best Bonny, I know you arent scared...and because of that I will try and be brave...
Siki