The night is dark,
Pitch black like the devil,
Filled with the smell of death,
Men without conscience lurk in the ditch,
We all face the night-time in our lives,
Times of sadness, heartbreak and strife,
But the fall of night brings the rise of day,
Filled with the smell of honey and pines,
Bright and glistening like a baby's smile,
The day is light.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015
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INSOMNIA
PoetryDolor refers to the feeling of sadness. X is about Malcolm X and the fight against oppression of black people. Necessitudo finita means 'this is the end of our union'.
