subside

ripped apart by dichotomies
tug of war fueled by insecurity

in a state of purgatory without a guide
ignorance grows out of pride

actions stun, run, and hide
dull enough to blind the eye

frayed ropes burn the hands
that reach for someone to withstand
these broken dreams, this endless strand
these frights that make our love so bland

the loss of faith to see the truth
that lies just underneath your couth

the childish games that bring you joy
disable, hurt, and destroy
the innocence that once resided
within but quickly subsided

with age comes fear of the unknown
already shown when one has grown

so shed the fret that haunts your life
for with your will there is no strife