Ian Petch Poet I do not know?

Disconnected Planet

Lying for the light of a sun that set
Distance disconnected
Spending every breath to be in its sight
Resistant but infected

Forgetting who we are just to hide from pain
A hate for our own past
Remembering the night that laid our dying dreams
Too late to pray it won’t last

Winter went and came as our summers died
The lovers spoke of truth but every sentence lied
Night became accustomed to deceiving thought
The day far too naïve to know what this had brought

Over-thinking starts to power up the wings of loss
Another dying perception
Over-using begs to claim a hold on a holy cross
Done trying deception

Love was distant but so was hate
Far too tired, distant, drawn from this patient wait
Pain was overspent and so was fear
The devil and the god are falling far from here

Numb and still alone and always lost
Forgetting what to breathe and why there is a cost
Fading into apathy, betrayed attempts
Waiting for the end but still held in our own contempt

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