The Sad tale of Dorathy

My beloved
Oh! My heart seized
His tick around my face
As the blood refuse its travel
no longer the rail

Oh! What perfect pain
I humbly felt
For the pour of our blood
On the burning pail
Gave all but not a match
As it coagulate so fast in a way
It find not its control

I struck the wand of love
To raise the deaden cells
To find a perfect kiss as they
Stare at our old age
But the wishes ran a blind man’s race

I always thought
Your heart would always
Be buried in my pages
As I glance through every chapters daily

The pages burns so fast this day
as my wick was swollen in cold oil
Leaving the other half of me in ashes

Our path depart its way
But your heart will always find
A slim shade in my heart



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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