A cross of no religion.

A cross of no religion.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

There's a cross to bear,
when you cross the line,
the dredging of beads, rosary
on sweaty palms played,
the curse of honesty
lies on anxiety that waits.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on April 22, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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