July 5, 2006
Dark, frozen ripples from the depth of the past
Seeds planted by a cruel and bitter lack of love
Finding the intersection of Hopeless and Fear
Resolve crumbles with the next uncried tear
Visited this place so many times before
But each time, effects are a bit more sure
Eroding the soul a heartache at a time
Dam will surely burst without aid from divine
But divinity seems such a far distant dream
God of the child murdered by the land
Innocence destroyed with the power of a hand
Father to son, pass the torch, kill the man
Type: Poetry
Author: Steve Robison