Dry Riverbed
Circles form the stream
Reflecting me
But the waterfall I see
Ascends the lonely breeze
Intentions of a ghost
Take from me
This dead and dying host
Please just take me home
The thunder, rain and dust
All I see
Intentions, pain and lust
Lost and refusing trust
Standing strong but still alone
Bleeding me
Attempting life before I know
My dying heart will grow
Circles take my eyes
Breathe through me
Condescending, dying lies
Numb before I will despise
Fateful rivers and denial
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006
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