Recollection
Sever all connection
Strip down every word
And deeper into nothing
The questions are prepared
A violence in forgiving
A desperation in our flow
With damaged, lost opinions
We decided not to grow
But sever this sedated
Mimicry of life
Understand the search for reason
Before we die within our strife
A season of redemption
A dying forest for our mind
But through it we find meadows
That bare the fruits of our design
Severed from our fears
Stripped of every thought
And deeper in our questions
We find the answers we had sought
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2009
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