Soft Thorn Poem by Babalola Augustine Adeola

Black out!
Head down!
Mind blown!
Hands bound!

Your shrine,
My home.
Driven by passion,
Conducted by my emotion
Your high priest,
I assumed.

Faithfully pouring my oblation daily,
For eternity,
I hope to earn as a prize.

Foolishness and stupidity habours my heart
Becoming my soul mate,
Blindfolded by myself,
Led by my passion,
To the ocean of emptiness and nothingness,
My body habours your head.

Believing all ny goddess told me,
I became enchanted,
Enchantment of the mind.
Too much faith, turned me a fool,
Getting myself off my post,
Becomes impossible.

Who will lead me out of myself?
But myself.