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Weariness

Updated on June 16, 2011

At the end of my weariness I slip off my body from my soul and hang it up

I flop with my soul on the chair contemplating my weary body,

Its debility aggravates me; I scold him and turn away.

My soul slides off the chair and climbs up the window, looking for you in the yawning of the leafs, and in the murmur of the cold breeze.

It lifts up towards a glaring sphere in the middle of the scowling dark,

It loosens its lips to whisper to the glaring sphere..but:

What is the point of a weary whispering?

My love,

In farewell I am a rusty pin up on a wall with a tomorrow of demolition;

I am an elderly who swallows his days thrones piercing his heart,

I am a faded moan of a conscience drowning in life’s waves.

I wonder,

Am I granting my weary body a love prophecy, or a crucifixion fate?

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      Putz Ballard 6 years ago

      Good stuff!

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      munamoor 6 years ago

      i like it

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      munamoor 6 years ago

      thanks i like this hub :D

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      Nady 6 years ago from Toronto

      Thank you Putz Ballard.

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      D.G. Smith 6 years ago

      wonderful!

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      Nady 6 years ago from Toronto

      Welcome back munamoor, slways nice to hear from u

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      thevoice 6 years ago from carthage ill

      beautiful touching hub write read thanks

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      Nady 6 years ago from Toronto

      D.J. Smith thanks. You are wonderful

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      Nady 6 years ago from Toronto

      The Voice: it's nice to hear your voice on my hubs :)

      thanks for dropping by

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      herland 6 years ago

      your words are passing me all the time and left me souless..

      yet, thank you

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      epigramman 6 years ago

      your voice is that of a creative anomaly - so expressive and so sincere - I am proud that you are a fellow Canadian and have this profound gift - please keep writing and I will keep reading!

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      Nady 6 years ago from Toronto

      epigramman: Just love your comments :) thank you for reading

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      Poetic Fool 5 years ago

      What a way with words! This is a lovely piece. Thank you for sharing it.

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