Darkness of the soul

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Darkness of the soul
The master gave gate its coin

Pressing gloom, they bring sword
To the table, to scatter the home

hear their words,
They bite strange tongue
Underneath their skull

The Cross, the thorn in the skin
Of their bloody throat

the deep shadows,
Sweet blind into the way
Of the rocky fount

I hope you see it call

MO.

Image courtesy: billscottgroup.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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