My tears inside

Am I now
Too old to cry?
Should time have stitched 
The opened wound?

And then one day
When I too have to die
Would someone else
Weep like I now do?

Can the ivory bird
Now fly
And bring to light 
My darkened sky 
Or is hope being hoped for
Too soon?

Now tell me a story
Convince me a lie
And give me the thread
To define existence
And give purpose
To a withering soul
That wants to bloom
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