Puisi: The Night Hours by Aris Balu

What is the reason people smoke the night away,

Is it to run from their mistakes, or to hide from the ones they haven't made?

What is the purpose of reaching the bottom of the bottle,

Is it to forget, or to remember?

To grasp the fraction of time, breathe in its familiar warmth,

Or to erase the pain like a castle upon the sand of time

Sinners are punished for shaping history

Righteous men stand tall like a mountain floating above the ocean

Beware the righteous

Their sin is an endless night,

And each star is vengeance painted with light

Their ocean is cold and the mountain is of ice

And when the sinners gone, the righteous rise