New Life

What became of me, where did I slip off at
A past long forgotten stirs inside of me
Memories and photographs

Faces long forgotten, names I'll never recall
but voices in my mind, 
flashes before the fall

Today is new, and yesterday is past
fresh is time, today will last....
only for a moment

Awake today, from a dark black hole
thank God for friends who care...

Mortality is real today
when death seemed only a breath away
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Dietrich Avatar
January 1, 2013 at 9:37 AM
Michael, I decided to come to the bottom of your page and I see that you posted very wisely for your first one! How appropriate to have this one entitled New Life as the beginning of your posts here at Soup! I see that you are drawn to free verse and to reflective poetry. That is wonderful!! My favorite part of this is when you mixed in a bit of rhyming and what you were saying:today is new, and yesterday is past. .. today will last. . . only for a moment. So sadly true!
Sweetheart Avatar
August 14, 2011 at 11:41 PM
Congrats Michael on your featured poem this week on PS... a wonderful write to share luv..
Brown Avatar
August 9, 2011 at 8:30 AM
Congratulations on your featured write this week Michael. Carol
Hornschuch Avatar
July 20, 2010 at 9:27 AM
Thanks for the comments, my first writing, and was sent here by my greatest Friend RICK PARISE, thanks for noticing..
Neels Avatar
July 20, 2010 at 9:10 AM
Awesome uplifting write Michael, enjoyed it, Wilma
Sweetheart Avatar
July 20, 2010 at 9:09 AM
Welcome to Poetry Soup Family.. so enjoyed reading your very creative write tonight.. with luv..
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