An Ode To The Waylaid

Counting the stars above
and the pebbles below
you waited until
fading of a horizon

and I ! I on my part lived
my days hounding past
as a musketeer wounded
forgetting the past

paranoid depraved
like a monk in abstinence
to atone for all wrongs
immersed in deep penance

wrong you were
and I too , to nurture
believing a carcass
believing in it’s living attire

as you wait until
fading of a horizon
maybe you  still deserve
undue my attention…

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