Clouded searching eyes that now never see;
rotting, rebellious ears that refuse to hear.
Those wandering toes and wobbling knees
cringing with each bad step. Biting back tears
of longing for those passed youthful years.
Brittle snapping bones impairing the norms.
Watching with my weary eyes, my fears
screaming an aging torment for this form.
Fermenting since birth to give feed to the cold blind worms.