Retribution

Shedding listless thoughts

that follow me like an empty train

I'd rather the maelstrom

than this boorish complacency

the retribution for my

palpable delinquencies

when the future held no sway

Now time has run past me

will I get handshake

at the finish line 

or be abandoned to the 

ignominy of walking

through a crowd that 

already can't see  me