THE OLD MAN
Entombed in mortal soil,
Time-worn, forgotten,
A casualty of desire.
His journey into
the realms of no redemption,
lined with allurements
for misguided feats.
His tongue—
a river of filth and thorns;
In his heart,
nefarious taughts sink deep.
The old man,
cunning and crafty
like a serpent,
With dread of wrath
lurking over his head.
© Oluwatobiloba Akinnate