Jacob Bryant

Cirlce - Poem by Jacob Bryant

Give me the dust of my father
Stand on the face of the ancients
Bare all the secret flesh of time itself

Follow me
I've come so far, I'm behind again
Follow me
I wish so hard I'm there again
Follow me, follow me

All that I wanted were things I had before
All that I needed, I never needed more
All of my questions were answers to my sins
All of my endings are waiting to begin

I know the way but I falter
I can't be afraid of my patience
There's a sacred place, Razel keeps safe

Follow me
I've seen so much, I'm blind again
Follow me
I feel so bad, I'm alive again
Follow me

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 18, 2010

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