Shuddering in disbelief,
soothing errant grief
the years slip by arrogantly
without feeling or meaning:
my spirit is leaning
on the dais of daily ablutions
searching obvious solutions
to the fatal condition of every breath
sucked in by laboring lungs;
wagging of loose tongues
discloses tattle-tale secrets
no one believes, yet indulge
simply because to divulge
is an art in itself...