The Night: Poem by Ohikhuare Isuku

I see your searching eyes,
Burning bright in the sun,
I am here buried in
The thicket of the night.
You won't find me
Until this darkness melts

Go home and have fun!
The night is home for the downtrodden
Where they stay comforted,
By the feathers of darkness,
Stuffed into their eyeballs.