By Thompson Emate
The body is at rest.
The soul is out of its nest.
It journeys into the unknown,
Encountering the deep.
The soul walks out of its chamber
In the state called slumber.
It is assailed by strangers,
The eerie that seems to hide in us.
Helpless, the body lies
In the ambience of the moonrise.
The soul goes on a journey,
Saddled with mystery.
The soul returns from its sojourn,
Out of an unseen region.
We ponder on our encounters,
Troubled by the tendrils of darkness.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.
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