getting older…

i’m searching for honest words…nothing made-up…no lies…just truth…just truth…

looking at my hands…lined…callus…fingernails missing…a tightness to the grip…knuckles sore…joints ache…getting older…

gut sticks out…hips sag…tits droop…this body’s wear and tear has taken it’s toll…dare not look into that mirror…dare not…

and a midnight sweat is upon my brow…lonely…rocking back and forth…back and forth…no music…no music…

this beard is gray…hair untrimmed…ears unkempt…skin-tags grow…

i’m searching for honest words…nothing made-up…no lies…just truth…just truth…

alone…alone in this room of bare walls and Gardenia leaves…alone in this city of night…as sirens sound-off…they fade…they fade…

a red leather-bound Bible…never read…torn throughout the years…a gift from Grandma…i always resented her…always…

getting older…getting older…

has truth finally come…

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dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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