Burnt

Growth that arose from a place of brokeness

It burns...
He saw his life in bright lights
Glissening like only the future knew
Raising tolerance of his despair
PAIN is all he understood

It burns...
Waiting... Hoping for an exit
In the anticipation for the freedom
That would have set him apart that is...
Only offered by road less taken

It burns...
Only forever awaits the young boy
This fight continues with ruthless agression
The future cannot apologises for...
Changing his name