Trivial Pursuits
The fire which forged his visage, Unchecked still callously burns, Melts away all meaningful measures, The wanting heart still yearns, The pastor preaches grace, For that which cannot be …
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Washed Away
This was a poem I wrote a few years ago; I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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Bad Directions
Taking a change from the usual, I’m sharing some poetry I’d previously written titled “Bad Directions.” This is part of my 30 posts in 30 days series.
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