Looking back on yesterday
my tangled mind recalls
the youth that I have wasted
within these prison walls.
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Pastel faces tell it all
in words so hard to say
what time can only cover
but never take away.
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Interwoven braids of fear
like branches on a tree
spread across my aging mind
in ways the world can't see.
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And the dreams of finding gold
have turned the hair to grey
as a soft and broken man
relives his yesterday.
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