In PassingA Poem by Mike H.Freeform poetry.
Pretenses and memories take me so far from innocence
Lines convey the culmination of hope in a single breath These words are uttered in passing, planted like seeds in a fertile soil. Cast of iron so ready to break We never stop to bend or breathe Holding nothing but a cynic's rosary
For heaven we press on like passing strangers Boldly embracing words, knowing not the meaning Push, pull, struggle, and strain. Right or wrong. Black, white, or gray. Can't you see what I am? A fool begging for pardon, buying his way back from hell from his knees. © 2012 Mike H.Reviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 19, 2012 Last Updated on April 19, 2012 AuthorMike H.West Chester, PAAboutMike currently resides in West Chester, Pa, likes long walks on the beach, getting lost in a good book, and enjoys writing his about me section in the third person to make him sound more established&h.. more..Writing
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