i have grown old
pretending what i knew was real
i have grown cold
telling myself it’s all part of the deal
…
i thought i was brave
i thought i was bold
i thought i didn't have to feel
i sold my soul, not for love not for gold
and now this empty nothing is real
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i have grown tired
chasing dreams that weren’t mine
i have grown jaded
afraid that i wasted my time
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i thought i was wary
i thought i was smart
i thought i could beat this game
i sold my control when i sold my soul
so now it’s just more of the same
…
i have grown saddened
by the lack of real choices ahead
i am becoming maddened
all these circles in my head
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i thought i was tough
i thought i was cool
i thought i was better than this
slowly i count all the things i can’t touch
the things that i’m gonna miss
...
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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Comments (3)
Damn....(blinking with teary eyes)
This was so poignant, emotional and relatable. Loved your poem!
Deeply felt; I think many feel we were on a broken path for too long. Hope is still a good thing to me. Very raw piece.