Wren

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