Broken Parts
I am part of me dreaming
Incessantly feeling
Escapement of silent falls
Escaping my prison walls
I am part of coloured skies
Watching the terrified
Returning to fields of woe
Sleeping in fear of snow
A part of the sun at night
Moon of the early light
Fading from demon swarms
Rising for angel storms
A part of my belief
Torn between my own grief
Hiding from broken glass
Creeping from shadows past
I am part of my own lie
Paintings and words can’t die
Immortal but too ashamed
Fear forever is my name
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006
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