The things that we hide

expertly inscribed on our inside.

Mid afternoon in my life

 wed to the dawning of strive.

Toxic love, tainted heart

piety and purity begins too depart.

Getting our sunshine on an I V drip

coming down from an unholy trip.

Prisoner to a cage fashioned of flesh

in a world which is a spiritual creche.

As we have become quietly numb

to  poisons of an iron age succumb.