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…
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…
intotheindigo 