I stumble about in crepuscular decrepitude
once darkness faded there were years of relative calm
now the hour of the wolf draws near.
Ever envious of light darkness seeks dominion
at times death seems preferable to a life devoid of youth
and the dangerous pursuit of treasure.
When exhaustion defunded defenses the mask fell away
revealed truth hidden within every little ache and pain like a sniper
taking pot shots at my equilibrium until even memories hurt.
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even memories hurt
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Thanks – I appreciate the callout.
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the first to get old?
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Neither the first nor the last, just one more treading to the end of an endless cycle. Thanks.
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invokes fear, powerful, takes me unawares each time I reread. I’ll be fine, shortly
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You’ll live. Until you don’t. LIke the rest of us. Thanks.
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