tick-tock

time  gnaws

upon my mind

making the tick-tock

louder

it echoes and shudders

the cobwebs once more.

 

age

looms heavier in my bones

my wrinkles writhe and deepen

numbed and chill am i

yet life still riots throughout my body

in the disguise of pain

my mind wanders away

without ever saying when…

tarnished

Is it Age which has tarnished this man?

loosened his tongue?
lessened his morals?
degraded his respect?
diminished his kindness?

Has wear and tear and time done its deed?

No….only that irrepressible bitterness of life
and its thorny, barren path.

Do i hate this one now?

No, not hate…after all that has gone by…

struggled and survived.

No, not hate…no, not a lot…just a little.

Ungratefulness is a nettle-laden venom
inflaming all those who are no less weaker than you.

see how selfish one is to remember:

only his errors, his faults

his stumblings-grumblings-bumblings

his wandering and oft lost thoughts…

see how my finger points…how my words sting,

even when inside i am only hurt because
i let the finger point and the words sting…