Image of a Lonely Distaste
With a lonely distaste
I set my pace
Patience for none
But for those that hold on
Climates of fear
People with tears
Waiting to be told how to run
Whilst building their castles of sun
I see myself
Like a plan on the shelf
I reach over the scrolls
Each one accounting my holes
The pictures of loss
The thresholds I cross
Contradicting my face
The lonely distaste
I am what you see
Just what you would be
But you’ll never see me
And for this I am free
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006
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