As the Sun Dies a painless death,
Forcing the skies into a funeral attire.

Troubled man, buries his tired body in his bed.
And watch helplessly as his worries walk shoulder high in his thoughts.

my thought are like the stars:
countless at night
invisible at day.
but beautiful are they when the twinkle
in the dark sky of my life.
They lead me like a three wise men
into the birth of greatness ,
but drops me at Herod's
where my Adversaries reign supreme.

Joseph ohuche (2020)