In a bloated haze,
says the renegade:
the seconds shrink
as I watch the days and decades
pass in blind amaze.
My forgotten cause betrays me
for the wrinkles in my face
and lower down to the ground I sink
when I desert what once was free -
those youthful thoughts that now are old
and replaced by misery.
When I turned my back on battle lines
and ran from my alone
no youth was there to kiss me
and forgive me for my crimes,
only cruel age in a forest of death
telling me I was grown.
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