Save me!!!

The Voice keep kicking
Exploding like the battle’s grenade
In the skin of my head

Running steadily
With a paraplegic broken feet
Panting with the heart of little hands
With the laughs
Squirking silently with
An old man’s taste

I followed
I did follow
For the rays of light
Blind my face
As I hurry in the dark
Heading towards the woods

The voice increase its intensity
As I drew near in its silence
It cry a lion’s roar
Shouldering the head of a vulture
Shaking grounds with
The tremor’s gentle touch

Save me it echoes!
Save me

As I drew my feet
Near the sword’s edge blade

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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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