I could not
for the life of me
see anything
past eighteen.
Upon this earth
a terrible curse -
a true bane
of society.

Five years?
Pah -
The only hope I'd ever had,
was to be alive
in the end.
To see what lies
beyond the bend.

And so came
nineteen

...

and twenty

...

and now,
nearly thirty.

I am still looking
beyond the bend.
By the Gods,
Where does it end?