This Poem was Submitted By: Michael L. Hoskins On Date: 2000-07-28 23:06:58 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Illusion Of The Mist

                                                          The mist forever present,                             within the isle of my soul.                                No bridges over time,                             bringing memory and its toll.                                 A child can only cry                            till the mist dries their eyes.                                Emptiness through time,                                their soul slowly dies.                              Decendants without choice,                           generations hiding what they see.                                 Living in the mist,                              they believe they are free.                          Victims till they depart this life,                            they pass on their hateful way.                              Hiding in the weeping mist,                                pretending day to day.                           In the mist they don't remember,                               all wait till their end.                              Some long to be different,                               years lost to the wind.                                And, as time passes,                              In the pool of the mist,                            time hides away their years.                               Genesis through time,                           creating mist from their tears.

Copyright © July 2000 Michael L. Hoskins

Additional Notes:
I mentioned earlier that writing is soothing to me. I am a person who has encountered much pain in my life. I write about pain not because I am a "hurting person" in need of the Healer but a "healer" in search of the hurting. People who have suffered can recognize understanding in my writing. That has allowed me for over fourteen years to help those who hurt. I believe God has done great works of grace in my heart. I pray that I never forget my former pathways through life. If you have healed, help those who have not. Michael


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