Diminished

i suppose i once was young…

this tortuous compliance
bears no countenance

its innocence scolded

the mountain air beckons
its labor lost
of love

no longer does the shore retreat

divided by her polar pleas
steeped in what is known

and every step
a sacrifice

i swore would never seize me

entangled in her treasonous touch

where once i tread
with reason

diminished, ever more
than now

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