‘To be Old’

Through withered lips-the urge to yell,

My ears hearing ‘its death knell’

Darkness beckoning into the sunless cell,

Removing my glasses to clean them well…

Written for prompt hosted by murisopsis

• Write a poem with a ‘monorhyme’ as either the first word in each line or as the last word in each line (this means: ‘a single common rhyme’ in every line);
• Poems should be no less than four lines long.

This poem is inspired by haunts and fears emerging as a person grows old, shrinkled, withered and how much more bad can it be? Darkness giving way to an trap..

~DuoDisseminators