The Renegade

When imagination crumbles

And falls away

Into the biting dust of rubble

Scattered through

The endless grey void

Of mindless, formless matter

The renegade rises

From the uncharted depths within

Beyond the feared abyss

Where thoughts have never ventured

To face long decayed carrion

Dried bones of old memories

Gnawed through by inner demons

But when salvaged

Meager joints flailing—

A jubilant revival

The sleeping mind rouses

To a new awakening

9 thoughts on “The Renegade

  1. “Dried bones of old memories
    Gnawed through by inner demons”

    These two lines are so vivid, portraying a strong imagery of memories long forgotten. It fits very well with the rest of the poem. This is beautiful.

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