Monday, September 24, 2012

In the genes

Love left her there, love left her here,
and so she travels place to place
to test this usual norm
but love’s desertion so entrenched
she knows it’s in the genes.

Not in her genes, oh, no, no, no,
but in the one who cannot love
or will not love not ever, ere,
for fear invaded and conquered
the blueprint of his soul.

And there’s no magic here today
to fix the torn and tattered
and so into the after-life
goes the now ill-fated. 

To wander there not as before
forever searching for the lost
must surely be a bad outcome
for one first made intact. 

But I just sigh, again, again,
for what the world has torn apart
remains to be forever more
and follows like a shadow does
in the light of knowing more!

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