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Unrest soul: finding a church

Is it just me?
I have a thing
For past memoir

When I was small
The Sunday church
Was spiritual

I strolled to church
I had this touch
And sense of thrust

Body and soul
Rising to words
The preachers preach

But not anymore
I am all torn
In skeptics pools

As I grew up
I am afloat
In my own faith

Empty to faults
Finding a church
With that feelings

I felt, in time
Backwards I was
A boy, back then

But I am lost
In my own thoughts
Finding a church.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

5 Comments

  1. DarkLight says:

    I can relate to this poem, Well put. Thanks for sharing.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. You always post nice stuffs! Well done

    Liked by 1 person

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