Wren
it isn’t fair
To live this way
To work and work
And want
To have words spoken
But never know just who
You really are
To find one’s life
Closer near to end
And awful full shall stay
My life feels done
With each morning sun
A sight that’s faded away
My life’s not a want
But a burden
Full of a schism
Of thoughts, words, ways.
To only betrothed
Or fears of those
To slowly end up this way
I never wanted much
Nor a word or a hunch
But a freedom, to roam, and play
To experience life
And all it had to give
Was what I strived each day.
Now I quiver and shake
And toss and turn
Lay awake
Never wanting but my body to return
To a feeling alive
Of joy inside
Or a love for myself from within
This feels past
Ever gone
To a life I lived and passed
I don’t know anymore
This life I’m no longer in a need of
I’m feeling me fade
Slowly away

