Clear View
No longer blinded by love I stand empty and alone.
The king Of fools with a heavy heart I sit apon
this throne.
I thought I was the king but I was the jester.
Rage like any wound touched with deception
does fester.
I no yern for that which is through.
Trapped in seclussion with a clearview.
Why is it so easy to lie yet truth
is so hard to explain.
I am reculse washed in a silent rain.
A fool at heart who'd give just about
anything to be near you.
Realesed from my self impossed exile.
Awake from this all to real clearview.
Copyright © Ethan Johns | Year Posted 2009
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