The Renegade

Distance greater than mountains,
I cannot hear the rain,
coming down from the everblue skies
well, maybe, it’s just my eyes.

I see you from afar,
the closest I can get.
I’ll keep my heart ajar,
for the next time I matter.

The greatest writers, they said,
are among the damned.
I will keep my soul stained red,
keeping it safe from people like you.

The next time I matter,
will be the last I care.
If the words are greater,
then the pain is too much to bear.

I swore to the dead,
that this will be the last,
the final ink shed,
the paper, fading fast.

But once it’s all gone,
on lonely nights,
you’re still the one,
I shall write.

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