Poem #27

Sexless Aging

Cantankerous meanderings washing soiled clothes

Heavy heartbeats filling the vacuous serenity

Walking stealthily toward an unknown prey

Mock agony wrenching the souls without.

Nothing is what it seems, unable to escape,

Caught somewhere between the beginning and the end.

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