Insignificant

A life of insignificance Looking through winter’s glass Confined by fear from harm You’re tattered cardigan of tartar green Tattered like the fabric of you’re soul Your life wasted, bitter tasted Ashes fallen on lips of log fires long dead Dead like his will to live For he has become helot’s son Cautious knee-jerking steps Echoes from a room upstairs You’re meager one roomexistence I wonder if destiny could be Changed withbrutepersistence I refuse to allow or admit That my life could follow The path of insignificance