Broken

Decades it has been; a time of wonders lost, a time of woes found.
My dreams become nightmares, and my reality fades as wool after a burning flame!
Alas, my heart pumps not blood but strife.
Why have I been cursed so, in the path of lots and divinities
I am a broken soul cast, beneath the chasm of noisomeness.
I am blown as chaff into the wilderness of mischief
Hastily cast into the realms where grief is framed
My frail head spins and spins, and my manhood shamed
In the web of my silence.