Prematurely Aged Soul

Um... Yeah... It's just... Rhyming thoughts really... Not meant to make and sense, but I hope it does.

A wise man once told me I am a prematurely aged soul 

In a body too young and fresh to know what it does know

To be living in a world full of violence and pain and hate

Thats too broken and filthy to even think of a clean slate

Where I am unable to find peace or tenderness or love

Or any other emotions humanity seem to have disposed of

I guess I really should have listened to his smart words,

But, alas, I was too preoccupied with examining the herds. 

The herds of people that walk past my door, day after day,

They have different thoughts but nothing interesting to say.

I understand what he meant now that I can see the illusion,

When I said it out loud, it resulted in my permanent exclusion.

People don't want to know the truth, they're happy with lies,

But you won't understand until you see it with your own eyes.

That there are a group of children that will never, ever grow old,

All of their worldly possessions gifted to others, hidden or sold

All of them dead and buried before they hit their twenty first,

Another group of poor little children of whom I think as cursed,

The ones that were never really children, they grew up too fast,

If you want to know why I am one, just take a look at my past.

I think that wise old man was more right than he ever knew,

It's such a dreadful shame that he died aged just twenty two.

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[Desiree O'Neal]

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