The Sufferer
An ocean supporting my death
A world unseen is stealing my breath
Command my end with all that you have
I still rise in the land of the sad
Hidden noise in solemnity’s wake
The silent prayer that darkness partakes
Behind your eyes the scene will appear
And all your words are riddled with fear
Sleepless dreams deterring the truth
Drop the sword, deny you are you
Illusion’s stain gripping your shield
And finally, your sleep is concealed
The strongest casting their stones
The quickest stealing unknown
A lonely means to glorious ends
Where nothing’s learned, and darkness commends
And deeper my sight has me drown
And in the light the darkness is found
Killing me all over again
Until I rise and walk with the pain
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2008
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