I was cursed to Love

I was cursed to love
The day at arrival’s gate

Slaven of happiness,
freedom and interior peace

Bathed with dryness
of the desert’s spring

Crowned with servitude,
Thorns and belly whiskey

To honour I chained
a memorial in the grave

Sacrificed morning, night
And noon to the woven trees
rabbits that dangle in
in their hole and the birds
that chose not to feast

Advance my heart
Roll my sleeve
in the distance that leads
to swollen feet in the scorching heat

Passing words cry out
to me, unknown from the height
Freed of natural beings

To mind, I present
Each moment to live

MO.

Image courtesy: blog.zehoriginalart.com

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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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