Tired and Worn
I am tired and worn,
Like a bird fluttering in cage,
Or Like a puppet dancing on
stage,
I am tired and worn,
My heart bleeds under the
crown of my dreams,
Which with thorns, is adorned,
I am tired and worn,
Just hours ago it was dawn,
My dreams were like vibrant
colors,
Of the rainbow,with a luminous
glow,
But all now left is a wreakage,
And a heart waned beyond
age,
Filled with despair and rage,
Bitter and jealous of those
Who in life like angels have
rose,
To fulfill their dreams, with
clever schemes,
Maybe tomorrow will be new
day,
An ethereal ray, may,
Enlighten the way,
But tonight,
My heart is torn,
And I am tired and worn..
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