Hollow

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Hollow

I am a hollow man,
my heart and soul scooped out
by worry, wear, and care.
Water fills my bones.
My muscles shake like jelly.

Hope?
I abandoned it long ago.

Faith?
In these changing times
it’s a series of corks
bobbing their apples
in a party barrel.

Charity?
Love grows old and cold
and loses its charms
as we shiver in each other’s arms.

For now, I’ll dodder
my dodo way
towards extinction.

As I shuffle
from room to room
I’ll rest for a while
upon this chair.

My mother went this way.
My brothers and my father too;
I soon will follow,
just like you.

25 thoughts on “Hollow

  1. One could protest, Roger, ” hollow man,” really? Show the reader how this narrator is hollow, because she cannot accept that the author is.
    Thank you for the card! all those long ducks, ( ;
    I just saw an eagle over the Ganga, her broad wings, her grace. Take care.

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    • Jemima Puddle-Ducks, apparently. Spring Weather here today, 13C going up to 18C. “I am a hollow man, my heart and soul scooped out by worry, wear, and care.” It happens. My grandfather warned me there’d be days like these!

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