Molding
alluring and daunting, I'm left all alone,
intriguing and frightening how my anxieties grown,
cutting all ties to relationships sewn,
my mind in a spiral and I'm falling on my own
and this is by choice, I choose to recluse,
padlocked my feelings so they'll never get loose,
hoping for a past, a future, a truce,
hoping to loosen the knot of life's noose
can I wander and wonder of what I will find?
can I take this cruel world and make it more kind?
can I take my woes and sorrows and leave them behind?
can I polish and glisten the way I once shined?
...
Truth be told,
i'm getting old,
all my youths begun to mold,
it's much much worse than I've been told,
each year, I feel, I grow more cold,
while I sit and ponder of paths unrolled
and morals sold,
but you can't have this heart of gold.
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