Moans of the Night
Tobias 2004 (Lagos)
I grasp not why i was chucked to that night,
Shuddering the nightly groans and hissing of full a things,
Without sleeves or hat; worser— And not one room lit.
Save the clock aloft whose hands dimly led my sight;
Wading along infested pools; kinder unproved the rocks.
Swoops of bats over my brow;
Ah!
Such respect.
Cried i to them, afeared of another swoop.
The night caused an itching weariness to droop.
A while to feel ease wrenching those details
That has clunged.
Lo!
Darkness unallowed such...
I shunned my steps, my ears to a voice heard:
"O, how you handle it?"
"Not to worry" i said.
Next spoke: "Take care in good faith." "Not to worry" i said.
Thus came the third: "how it chanced?" "Not to worry" i said.
As i once set out upon their dismissal,
A fool i had been not asking the torch.
Back i went,"spare me a light gents?"
Silence guffawed the night, "spare me a light gents?"
"Spare me a light gents?" Not a word heard,
And there i knew,
They were but hisses and moans of the night.
About this poem
There are so many questions yet to be answered in the world; one of which is, why man is placed in a pathetic state where he is vulnerable and powerless—his only hope which is in the hands of self-minded individuals who can neither be moved by conscience nor by good emotions. Secondly, the poem seeks to point out the fact that those who manage to show sympathy to the vulnerable and powerless man are only pretentious. They contribute in talking and not in action which conclusively is flawed. more »
Written on April 20, 2004
Submitted by Tobyas on September 26, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,005 |
Words | 218 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 26 |
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