Aged well

Aged well

Fourteen i was turned and misgiven
Extracted from another world
Delivered to realize a darkness
What a strange new perception

Worthless before
One asks what may I offer after?
Love is colourful cut and brightened shaped by trial
Turned was I but ever open like a child

Ever open as the lost do appeal and congregate at dawn
Never blaming the world was I
And what was delivered to me shall i deliver
Despite the litres of hate i once drank

What I have here is glad and thirst quenching