Languish

Petulance

The redundant quarrel 

The mind betwixt by atrophy 

Though only psychologically

It rapes the soul, the mind of idle insanity

Jaded, wax upon the distant periphery




Perceptive filter overrun and clogged

And emotionally, numbness

In indignant retaliation, drained, apathetic

Pleasure turns to irritation





Socially, drugged, to mask

the pain of aging without progress

As if dragging myself through sodden debris; gore, filth, disgusting

I am unclean