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Weathered Life

Updated on August 21, 2013
Weathered Life
Weathered Life

Weathered Life

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

Suffice to say that this poem is not a personal experience, but it does beg to question what lays in waiting for our weathered bones. Gruesome it sounds and somewhat off putting it would be, but we are the subtotal of our experience, mentally and physically. It brings to mind the saying ‘I want to die young so I’ll have a good looking corpse’.

And remember eat well and exercise often. You too can die healthy. Hope you enjoy this offering.

Weathered Life

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

Necrotic flesh scarred by life’s passage, burned and blighted by our own intentions.

Ravaged, disfigured flesh, born of aged intent and engraved by frivolous abandon.

The lines of experience muddied by many a storm, pitted by the hail of uncertain dreams.

Still my aching corpse, rigor mortis is but the end of stress.

The slab is cold, its pallet unforgiving for the lifeless grey.

Eyes lack lustre, dull and without depth, stare fruitlessly into the blackness of death.

Furrowed brow, set and deep, the weight of life turbulent and ongoing, remains.

Why do I have this itch, like spider’s legs marching?

My still and weeping heart relent, so white and taut, pounding not the flow of life.

Holding deep what broke a man, with tears of blood and the bitter truth of betrayal.

Oh harrowing memories of loss and pain, surging grief through empty veins.

No longer tear this mortal shell, this me that lingers, imprisoned hell.

Now my flesh is pealed like fruit, baring nothing but the sourness of life’s perjury.

Bend my soul to free me from this meat that rots around what once was me.

Bid me leave this cold razor glitch, when best I am elsewhere, beyond the pain.

Be still my deceitful husk, free my mind; it’s all I have left.

What will become of me?


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    • Tony DeLorger profile image

      Tony DeLorger 6 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks guys- nice reponse.

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      saddlerider1 6 years ago

      Yikes is right, now go read Randy Behavior's latest hub and feel refreshed and invigorated with exercise and certainly living longer, yet I agree we all die.

      This dark piece came across your pen like Christopher Walkens blasting out of the wormy grave of putrid hell in "Sleepy Hollow" what impact, nicely done, loved it.

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      Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean


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      Kim Harris 6 years ago

      Ooooh. Deep. (not ooh like yuck; oooooh like ahhhhh) Amazing depth and detailed descriptions. Feelings of despair, relief, acceptance, pain/sorrow/grief/loss, resignation.... nicely done Tony. Thank you.