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World Weary Soul

Updated on March 29, 2017

Our Flesh is wrapping paper that hold the past, present and future.

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World Weary Soul

© 2017-Matthew F. Blowers III

The mirror taunts me 
another fine line 
though nothing is 
fine about it.
The once smooth flesh 
marred by time 
but in my eyes 
I can still see 
that little boy 
that I once was.
Who is even now 
chuckling at my dismay 
cause he knows 
it's only flesh 
a wrapping to 
temporarily house 
the soul 
and he is not gone.
He waits in the twinkle 
of hazel gently lashed 
he is patient 
he plays in my memories 
longing for the day 
when the shell 
crumbles and I am 
rejoined to him 
as one again.
Forever young 
we will dance across 
cumulus dodging 
lightning and skipping 
thru rainbows. 

we will run with 
the others of my youth 
in endless games of frolic 
fresh blushed cheeks 
and the glow of adolescent 
incandescent on our skin 
the mirror haunts me now.
But behind it's silvered frame 
lies only darkness..while 
behind the shadows 
of the sockets of my skull 
not yet exposed 
there lies a world 
of being again. 

What I once loved most
the child...the optimistic 
poetic dreamer 
dancing with delight 
singing and songing 
eternally in the mists of time. 


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