A Cloak of Grim

A cloak of grim
all the time

No room for joy
No room for peace
No love

An infiltrating shadow of
bitterness

aroused instantly, frequently, sharply
into a flame of resentful pain

The Road to Old

The road to old
dips down to hell
where nightmares dwell
and the abyss is felt
on either side

Our body begins
to droop dreadfully
what we took for granted
melts away
precariousness invades our minds
we look for solace everywhere