![This is life](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/cf9065e0f3bf79094e06422a61ca7149.jpg) |
A Poem by Mike
Staring
into the sunset I have learnt to appreciate the small things in my life,
Praying on
the moon at night I am thankful for the blessings in ..
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![Interfearance](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/51e01463bf9a27740c8722bac82f823d.jpg) |
A Poem by Mike
It’s a constant fight that I
just don’t have the strength to fight anymore,
It pains me inside to have
to run through all this strain..
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![The Power Of This Love](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/943dac244e1053f85af2c6e30df98427.jpg) |
A Poem by Mike
Whispers of the night’s dreams resonate in my mind like
reality,
Visions create a life that we both want as a heart needs
blood,
By your..
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![Ray Of Light](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/fce1c6045de8325a4f033e7bede8f121.jpg) |
A Poem by Mike
When it’s
darkest and cold I feel your light shining through the pain,
The
electricity that flows through me when you touch me is incredibl..
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![Everything](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
A Poem by Mike
Find me here and speak to me,
I want to feel you and I want to hear you,
You are the light that's leading me here,
Here to the place where I found ..
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![Is it me](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/aedb2cb9c011462a1ff74d475adddf3a.jpg) |
A Poem by Mike
Is it me or the thought of me that makes you sick,
I never intentionally hurt you if that's what it was,
A pretense of commitment that fooled me for..
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![I Will Not Be Beaten](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/66aacf2996d9f8712c5082ca4b650280.jpg) |
A Poem by Mike
Reality
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![Burning Anger](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/1c721d24e20a0c379e68da32a909e6f4.jpg) |
A Poem by Mike
Burning
anger inside me like the heat from a coal at peak temperature inside my heart,
Burning
anger why do you keep belittling me into this wick..
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![On My Sleeve](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/2827c8c2f1b1b697dbf6693a35aaf8b1.jpg) |
A Poem by Mike
The
eyes that stare at me are so cold,
With
each blink they steal my soul,
Walk
with me while talking to me,
Hold
my hand I am stumbling ..
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