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Weakness Wavering

There was no trace
of comedy in his voice
He was so serious
it gave me no choice.
Maybe I searched too hard,
too deeply I did look
he did just have an accident
and from him, much it took.

No doubt he could have used a break
from nagging and whining,
emotional soliciting,
self-centred bickering,
just a deep breath for the taking.

But emotions were aplenty
self-conscious thoughts afar off
rationality and reasoning
had no place in weakness wavering
and so I did as he requested I should
I hung up the phone,
for now I understood.



A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world. Just need to start with one possibility - my words.

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