Many SecondsA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittFatherTime forces me to breathe. He tell me that now is not the time to panic.
"Hold steady, be still, all will fall into place."
I do not believe I have ever been so bold as to doubt what he has to say about such things.
But...
There is the matter of young love. The hex it puts on your heart. The fool it makes out of the sane.
That fool is me today.
I pretend that my soul is patiently mending. I have reopened wounds in your name. © 2010 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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1 Review Added on October 7, 2010 Last Updated on October 7, 2010 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutAll bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. -Oscar Wilde A great deal of the work on this site is republished from my defunct site. I hope you enjoy reading my work, I really enjoy writing .. more..Writing
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