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
…
i have grown tired
chasing dreams that weren’t mine
i have grown jaded
afraid that i wasted my time
…
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
…
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
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.”
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler



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.