Sometimes when it gets dark
I feel like I’m losing my eyesight,
Because I can’t see properly anymore.

Sometimes when it gets dark
I think of people under the bridge,
Who have nowhere to go and nothing to eat.

Sometimes when it gets darks
I think of those parents who are travelling home
from work, who will get mugged at every corner.
I think of how their children will be expecting them
to come home with something in hand.

Sometimes when it gets dark
I sit under the tree and just wonder,
Why does it even get so dark?

Sometimes when it gets dark
I just look up to the sky,
and wonder whether people in
Heaven know what darkness is?

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This piece of writing was created as part of the WritingMe Writing Clubs with Sophumelela High School, Western Cape. Find out more here.