Well of Insight

Written by: Ian Petch

Born into accursed sight
Through water leading to rain
The forethought of lonely nights
Brings only tears to comfort the pain

A deepening well of truth
Opposite force of this disease
Even though it just offers proof
To why you should run from me

The echoes of life’s disdain
Whisper as I will sleep
As I beg them to steal the shame
The darkness begins to creep

Two more days and I am awake
Screaming in silent prayer
As I beg myself to forsake
The idea that I am scared

But my suffering leads to more
Through the tears I see again
The isolation I so adore
Is a song that will bring the rain