He grew up
wilderness in his heart
vast
wild
open
He sought
adventure,
joy and challenge in
hills,
rivers,
forests
The cities assaulted
clawing gashes in his
happiness
spirit
soul
Life flew
past
rushing years of toil
decaying
adrift
alone
He looks
back
As end steals forth
seeking
personal
peace
Death will
come
Only to find him
all
ready
gone
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