The Hollow Men

Something’s lost. Or aged. Or both.

The memories of years gone by are being relived again as if it’s death that’s waiting for me round the corner. As they say happens, a few minutes before you die – your life passes in front of your eyes.

And I tell myself I ought to know as I studied literature. In life there are all kinds of death.

The Hollow Men. How did I not see it? How could I have missed it?

And so, the pride in who I am falls.

And so, lips that would kiss form prayers to broken stone.

And so, a whimper, so slight, you will never hear it.

 

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I love to laugh, and end up being a part of high drama and stormy emotion even when I don't pursue it. Being creative, and communicating with people get me going. I enjoy all the good things in life especially those that are slightly risque, and apologise little, if ever, for all that I do. Literature is a passion and so is music.
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5 Responses to The Hollow Men

  1. Anu says:

    And Literature also taught you this: “Teach not thy lip such scorn,for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.””If thou remember’st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not loved.””Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?””He that is thy friend indeed,He will help thee in thy need:If thou sorrow, he will weep;If thou wake, he cannot sleep:Thus of every grief in heartHe with thee does bear a part.These are certain signs to knowFaithful friend from flattering foe.”-William Shakespeare

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  2. Yes, goes to show how much I’d forgotten. Thank you, Lotus. I’ll pucker up.

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  3. 'Smee! says:

    Oh, tell me about it.

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  4. Aman says:

    You are so much life dear 🙂

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