Broken

Broken


Treacherous circles of mistrust swirl,

deceitful webs of scornful dust.

Loneliness grows,

age ravages,

erodes will to live.

Loathsome self-absorbed savages

Absent of kindness to give.

Lairy snakes on property ladders,

Vultures on carrion gather.

I the reclusive one.

Alone, afraid wilt on alien shores,

like washed-up driftwood.

emptied by toils endured,

Ails of the heart remain uncured.

Scars of so called humanity,

Distort my troubled soul.

Time has drained my colour,

Diluted my character,

Clipped my angel wings,

Left me invisible,

Without voice,

A ghost of once-was flesh,

a shadow of former self.

A humbling of relentless time,

Societies disregard

Middle aged grey of indifference,

falls unseen on fleeting eyes of unaffected vibrant youth.

Realisation of self-decay a sobering truth,

Softened only by inner monologues of apathy:

Age happened, accept it, be at peace with that,

All that about life dealing you a duff hand-

garble.

Finally lost my marbles.

That sinking feeling,

My reflection unsightly.

Like shock of lightning,

Eeriness of thunder,

Takes me under

Bitter pills get stronger,

Subdue pent-up anger.

No more easier to swallow,

Extant, sentient yet hollow.

Time ticks, tides roll, sleep-wake cycles,

intersperse with dream.

This ghost of middle age,

drifts unseen,

ebbs away,

broken.