Senescence

 

Bleeding, oozing soul

Ashen  strands, Grey decline

Wrinkles, saliva, drool, sweat, stench

Feeble, brittle, cranky, fussy

The dryness, the coarseness

The uneven breath

Phlegmy sighs

The same words over and over again 

and again and then again

the same gestures, mannerisms, 

the swallowing

the dull grey holes in the eyes

the weary smiles

where only fear lurks

of the spinning moments

Unkept promises- harsh trials

Never uttered, never confronted.

The dark resentment

Fumes of rancid stench

Buried in catacombs of the heart

Unspoken, incomplete

And yet yearning to hear words of regret, 

of repentance, apology

But no- only reams of justifications

Leaving the aftertaste of bitterness

Admit, accept the hurt inflicted

No never