I am a helpless lover

I am a helpless lover
Who awaits the arrival
Of a dusty road
Feet of a wandering one

A window with scented rose
Mark with relic words

Morning with love songs
From the enemy’s camp

steps of ‘darkisome’ filled my breast
in heights of oily press

each moments, a taste of
perseverance mingled with weed soup
Stumble with light wounds
Reckless wind towards a lonely home

O! How the heart heals
From the sun’s magic love

I search the outside world
Hoping, the horse would bring
Abundant rues
For whose heart would it be
That feeds a thousand miles old
Whose heart would it be
That kiss a decade away love

Tell me, a helpless lover
To sleep, and you would lay beside me
The world and its ruins

MO.

Image courtesy: gutenberg.org

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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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