It is not maturity
that decreases my levity
whilst increasing the severity
and frequency
of my seriously souring
disposition.

It is experience
that lessens
the greater qualities.

Draining me
as I cough up
blood and dust.
Till, I cease seeking
the better angels
in all of us.

As I rust
and prepare
to fade
several shades
evaporating
into transparency
escaping as I must.

Because
the inner demons
are doing
the spring cleaning
leaving nothing but
drying mud
intermingling
with what was once living
crimson.