Second Coming Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Second Coming

Rating: 5.0


Sadness as blue as a funeral
Do you see a heart who wants out
Tired and barely real
Just going through the hoops
Art even seems distant
Even your kiss diminishes
Sometimes joy seems like a star
Pray for me my friends
There is work to be done
Only the second coming makes me stay

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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