Past Lives

PAST LIVES
By Mark Miller © 11/12/2016
Marching boots upon unspoken graves, 
As Censor taunts intrinsic states
Fleeing the dusk fear panic
To covet are ready many facade-.
Fallen past through people driven hosts,
Who file mechanical figure holes
Coffee Coffin breaks bewildered illusion 
Of empty cubic selves lying deception
For hubris stance feeds apathy
In the living struggle pride 
For the whole man's passage walks 
With dust and flakes by eye's of a stranger

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Robertina B.

Date: 2/24/2018 4:27:00 PM

Bravo!! Well done ! Very deep and profound. I like the style of your writing. I can relate to it very much.

Mark Miller
Date: 2/24/2018 8:41:00 PM

Thank you very much. It means so much to me.