Lost in the World of His Own

Went to visit a friend of mine
In a confinement with heavy bars
in another World of his own
Where he’s bound in chains to his bed

As I sat closely to him
With lips motioning words
Of support and love
For the day of his return
With under ending tears
Running down my cheeks

His heavy laughter
Filled the room with brightness
And frightful cheerfulness
And this made me tickle

Folded in his own shell
He lives in a world
Not understandable to the real world
But magical in his own thinking

Wish sometimes I could
Join my eyes with him
Seeing what he sees
What waters him away in his world

Wish sometimes I could drag him
Feet down out of the woods
And bring his ass
Straight home

Wish Sometimes
Oh Sometimes!!

But for now
I just stare at him
Right across the bed
Offering intercessions
On his behalf
And waiting earnestly
To have him back
In my arms
Either in this world
Or the next

But for now

He’s lost in his own World

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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