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Midnight

ByVincent Ogoti

I

At the edge of midnight’s shadow,

A storm without thunder unfolds.

Not of fists, but of words unspoken,

In the heart’s silent chamber it roars.

II

From the festal hearth I wandered,

Seeking solace in a distant room;

Among voices weaving night’s fabric,

I drifted to where silence bloomed.

III

A message pierced the quiet veil:

“Where does your spirit roam?”

I answered with the wind’s honesty,

Yet echoes summoned me back home.

IV

Upon return, the void awaited,

An absence masked as need;

The night wore on in hollow whispers,

Dawn arrived with a wounded seed.

V

Morning draped in veils of sorrow,

A mirror to the fractured sky;

Accusations like shadows lingered:

“Trust has withered, tell me why.”

VI

The ghosts of yesteryears awakened,

Phantoms of paths once trod;

Chains of the past she cast upon me,

Blind to the journey of my odyssey’s rod.

VII

I am the sum of miles behind me,

A traveler forged by time;

Cannot sever the roots that bind me,

Nor deny the mountain I’ve climbed.

VIII

Her gaze is fixed on trailing footprints,

Ignoring the road ahead;

Through the prism of bygone reflections,

The present fades, the future ebbs.

IX

O spirits, what forms a union?

Is it not a merging of souls?

Yet whispers call me to the solitude,

Where the river of my being flows.

X

I am no celestial being,

Just a pilgrim with earnest hands;

Condemned for thoughts unspoken,

While my deeds sow seeds in sands.

XI

Her world is walled in mistrust,

Insecurities entwine her heart;

What can mend a bond so tattered?

Where does healing even start?

XII

I yearn to lay down this burden,

To end the strife we weave;

In peace, I’ll seek the path before me,

Decide when it’s time to leave.

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