The months have
Crept.
The years have
Crept.
Time
Threw I away!
Now
All the ghosts
Of old mistakes
Together round
Gather and come
And torment me
A pound of flesh
Is not enough.
My face is pale
My face rigid
My eyes grow wide
Age flows with tide.
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