[I]
I\'ve had my chances in times before
But prosperous skies have turned black as ink
As i am cooped away by my inglenook
By silenced words that diffidence took
And though I swear I hear her song
I saw a hundred birds where only one should belong
They sit in my tree thoughtlessly chirping
A withered den from where they spew
Whence her song once always sang true
[II]
Faded reminiscences have run through my head
About youthful spirit and brighter days
Long before my heart had bled
And long before it worded its ways
I know not whether your heart still beats
Or to where you may have flown
As loneliness murkies the weather overhead
Fated for I am trapped in a time long past
Where all others ventured out I am standing at last
[III]
Now with every passing year and every sullen day
The good that was within me has withered away
And questions arise that only you could answer
But perhaps it is mercy I’ve lost my flight
As seclusion has morphed to cerebral deviltry
The culmination of every ghost of spite
Take to your wings and escape my perverted enmity
For my wings have been torn long ago
My only company is all throe after throe
22/7/2022