The Ghost’s Call

In the middle of
The late night yesterday
Enjoying the sunny part
Of my light dream

A heavy bang
On the door of my phone
Pierced a heavy razor
In the veins of my heart

Peeping through the holes
The image of my grandfather
Flashed through leaving my
Retina sutured in my buttocks

His thick voice
left my heart pounding
Like the ant racing
From the burning forest

Trying to relay
The message received
With my flesh
Driving my blood
190km/second left me
In a state of total disarray

Thank goodness
The network interrupted
Some seconds away
With sweats gushing
From all corners
Of my body

Grabbing my blanket lovingly
With a cold drink of fear
Running through my nerves
I was lost in a forest of
Endless thought

Oh! What a night
With the wake
Of a ghost’s call
From another world beyond


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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