White of The Night pt. 2

Over these years,
There’s been so many tears,
Now I’m blinded by little broken mirrors.

See I’ve carried a burden,
It’s bound to my chest,
Here these words are written.

Find white or find life,
In the snow of the night,
Faught in a church, burnt by the light.

Wrapped in sin and soaked in lies,
Devoured by a mother,
Seen through her children’s eyes.

Rainbow like glass is shown above,
Hiding my secrets and,
What’s left of my love.

Ian Robert Potapoff