Darkness Poem by Isunge Mwangase

The epoch I were but only a child,
In reality I wasn't at all a child,
What most only heard, I had seen,
The things they feared, I had been,
Before I crawl'd, I'd known death,
Embrassing her steely still breath,
Only death, then everything else.



In the beginning I knew her pulse,
And to it willingly lost everything,
Myself being the very first thing,
A nightingale I couldn't let go of—



Even before all in me had gone off,
I was not light, I was- darkness,
Forgotten, devoid and dreamless