EYS (6th July 1987 / South Africa)

They Tell Me I Have A Genetic Pre-Disposition...

... to heart break
Eyeball ache
Roving, shuddering, slowing as I
Sickly down in bed, lie
And all my little arteries and veins
Tweaking niggles, twangs and pains
Race around a phantom shell
Hollow and dull, never used too well
'It's in your genes' I heard them say
'You are a woman, so come what may
Your trusting soul will always be
A place where you cannot be free
If there is a man in the vicinity
A fateful end you will meet.

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Comments (1)

Creative and original. Great poem. Just remember; you pick him just as much as he picks you, so pick a good one.