Age

We Keep pulling at our hands
Pressing on the dirt
Sowing dreams that were never meant to thrive
In the confines of our guilt
The whims of sin giving birth
To offspring so convinced , consumed with notions so contrived

I peer up at the youth
Looking down with entitled eyes
It's not enough for them to know
That you created their blight
A Worthless stint of ignorance
Arduous climbs constantly yearning , searching for you to turn an open eye

They're still gnawing on their limbs
abscess marrow giving way
To scabs and tourniquet
Clotting all the same