Mark Miller Poet Alliteration

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

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Robertina B. February 24, 2018 at 4:27 PM Bravo!! Well done ! Very deep and profound. I like the style of your writing. I can relate to it very much. Mark Miller February 24, 2018 at 8:41 PM Thank you very much. It means so much to me.