Stepping-Stones

by Ian Robert   Jan 27, 2005


Stepping-stones of glass,
Lay broken at my feet,
Watching this filthy mass.

Screaming into an abyss,
Strike the match, yet I miss,
Throwing fate to the ditch.

Rewrite your holy book of sin,
Curse the savior’s son,
Save the reason for your dismal.

Perhaps my hands are cold,
Since you left them so long ago,
Sulking away into this decay.

I’ll leave you with my final vow,
You’ll never find my remains,
Maybe this is inhuman, but it’s the only way.

Ian Robert Potapoff

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  • 21 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    This impressed me as similar to the upcoming movie "Constantine".

    Your stantaz are incredibly vivid, as I envisioned the world becoming a spiral, luring me into your imagination.

  • 21 years ago

    by wicked with wings

    great ...deep into the darkness as well as some of your other poems , if u get a chance read some of mine and tell me what you think, also if you wanna talk IM me at XxXcoldhearted90@aol.com or wickedwithwings@yahoo.com ...
    But it would be nice to talk
    5 out of 5 poem

  • 21 years ago

    by »«¤ß詤»«

    intersting...... i like it! its deep and creative great work!!!!!! my emails groovybabe_bec@hotmail.com by the way lol! excellent work 5/5

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