Hardened Thoughts - For Contest

Hardened Thoughts To those who tell me what I can and can’t I have no words to sway their mindless curse nor would they listen should my voice unveil the emptiness of lips echoless purse, aspiring to restrain youths sudden joy assuage depleted chests with stolen gold sit idly in the chair of hardened thoughts unable to release the chains of old. In their hearts lie the tyrants of I can’t fearful beggars that kneel at open gates imprisoning the reason of the free within the total blindness of the fates. Unable to admit just how they fell enraptured by this mindless state of hell. 3/5/2016 Submitted to Rob Cormack's "Screwed" contest