Caged

So tired I’ve grown, so weary
Only age have I earned in life
Youth, in abandon I spent
By future’s promise, fooled

Future sped past, and past became
No bouquets, no laurels it brought
No apologies, nor wisdom,
Not even a kind word it spoke

The soul aged, and aged, waiting
It’s vigor, and vibrance, time took
But the dreams, oh the dreams they stayed
And turned into this crutch of thorns

– Raziel ©2015

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