Holding On
Nothing’s lost when I come unprepared
Even when I’m turning into someone else
Everything I have is just my eyes
Deluding love, grand illusions of my lie
The words I hold can never work
When I can see through my distant head
The things I speak have no effect
When I’m not me, and I can’t detect
The nothing I will still deny
The something inside that wants it to die
The everything that is my net
Will disappear when the sun has set
It’s every time I look inside
So far away; the things that hide
It’s the only dream that fades from me
The forgotten things that I still see
It’s the only way that I’m alive
Remembering loss and when I died
It’s every place that calls my name
The things around me screaming blame
It’s the only reason I survive
Fighting for what’s left despite the lies
It’s one more distance I crawl towards
And as I gather myself I’ll find the door
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006
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