Ian Petch Poet I do not know?

Terrified

A rhythm and a shroud of inaction
A golden cavern fades through distraction
A suited devil guides our reaction
Hidden angels eyes that see no compassion

I fell away into blinding days
Terrified that I’d have to stay
Washed away into dying haze
Terrified but then I was unafraid

A latent disregard for our lover’s hate-grafted guard
A blatant icy shard through whatever we found hard
An oak tree of deceit that ran several miles deep
The root within the seat of our forgotten fathers sleep

I walked away from my dying days
Terrified that fear was still to play
Stepped within the things that make me sing
Terrified but holding on within

I thought that I had seen everything
The fear of gods, the devil’s loving sin
But what’s ahead I never could have guessed
Terror rises, now I’m holding on to what’s within

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Yara Rouhana April 16, 2009 at 1:02 PM I loved this poem Ian, so much emotions. well done. I hope we always hold on what's within and let nothing affect it. Love, Yara.