Why Do i feel this way?

Her thoughts
Keep feeding
On the grass in my fields
With slime laid all over
My heart

My brain couldn’t think
Of anything more
As her face
Keep screwing through my skull

I tried
Oh yes I tried
But the more I did
The harder it seems the battle

She keeps
Dragging me on
To the door
Of her house
While I follow the lead
Like a trapped mouse
Deemed for sacrifice

Is this how chained
I would be behind bars
Is this how inescapable
I would be?

After all
She is just a friend


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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