Spent

Edward Atkinson Hornel - Portrait of an Old Man in a Scarlet Tunic 1881

        Edward Atkinson Hornel – Portrait of an Old Man in a Scarlet Tunic, 1881.

Autumn is crashing his bones
His heart a silent drummer
Oh, how it drummed so loud
In his waisted summer

He longs to cry once more
But it seems his tears
Have been used up
In his wasted years

His hands have been broken
In one too many strife
He crossed too many lines
In his wasted life

If only he could feel
Just for a moment, whole
But there is no return
For his wasted soul

The roots cruelly transformed
To the ties that bind
It seems the run is over
For his wasted mind

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