Second Chance Poem by Parable Poetry

Second Chance



Arms raised,
eyes gazed,
unto your burning ember.
Knees bent,
voice vent,
speaking so you shall render.

Soul lost,
hands washed,
from all this impurity.
heart tore,
feet sore,
searching immortality.

Wesley Hall - 07/30/05

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