The Truth About Growing Older

How I believe it feels to age.

Bodies burn with the desire to

feel something more than 

the dread of tomorrow. Minds reeling

to imagine something other than 

their next night terror. Then fear grips 

their lungs tight, leaving them suffocating. 

A monster climbs down their throat

posses their beings and morphs into their 

person.  The older they grow the more 

demented they become. Their actions 

more aggressive, words are crass; they 

don’t care. The craving to purge the evil

from their black tar soddened souls.

This ache becomes unbearable to the point 

that nothing feels the same, their skin 

is calloused and numb from the years of agony.

They pray for an end that will never come. 

Author's Note

How can I make the line "black tar sodden soul" sound better? any suggestions?

Reviews

[Chris]

To your Author's Note: I really liked the imagery that line brought to mind.

[Kathrine Rethorn]

Thank you! Ill keep it then!