The Day The Moon Stood Still Poem by Samuel Achaka

The day the Moon stood still
Restless my heart goes deep down,
I search to answer the unvoiced questions,
that got my marrows trembling from within.
Out of the window was these bright light,
that I lost track of time yet the grind piece
Was running late, I don't know who to trust
my heart or the grand piece.
I found myself talking to the voices in my head,
up to the roof my eyes caught these
Ball giving light to the whole earth,
very beautiful, It cannot be compared to anything in the night,
I sat for hours staring at it, it didn't make a move and my grand piece is running ahead.
My eyes grow stronger in curiosity to apprehend the inevitable firmament suspension,
I glued my eyes to the ball that I could feel my unvoiced words echoed back at me,
then surprisingly another ball brighter than the lights appeared from a distance
I thought I was crazy, until I noticed lives on rooftops looking at the same thing,
we were terrified, but yet curious.
The bright light rouse higher and higher crashing into the previous,
"THE WORLD HAS COME TO AN END"
lives screamed as it changes its color giving birth to ECLIPSE