My day runs hard than i think

My day run faster
As I stretch my limbs
It covers my brain
With its tiny kind leap

Like the cloud
It soaks sweat on my knees
As I hurry to catch on
The fruits that came with its drip

On the walk
The sun prepares its face
In another greet
All in the hurry with my sheets

With the clock on my wrist
Hurrying its way
Like the lion that has lost its tail
In the hot dreaded wilderness

With a frail icy look
As I ink
My body looks on to
Catch a good-hearted break
As the day whisper with
The lips of the night
A holy end



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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2 Responses to My day runs hard than i think

  1. Thandiubani says:

    A great write, bro! We pass through a lot as the day dreams to a close! Awesome!!


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