38 Pt. 2

Howling are the days
Erupting in my ears
I will stumble forward
Grabbing for another year
My wrinkles are a step ladder
To my gaze
Glaring, intense
Watching the racing of the world
Chasing after the sun
Setting each thought
And my hair shimmers
With streaks of silver and white
I am older
And I still wake up screaming
Battle ready, then charge
To tackle the hours
For I am not dead yet

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