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Literary: The Lost Word

10/28/2016 09:34:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments






He was played

He was foolish enough
To have thought it possible
To love

He who was so unamiable
He who was disnatured,
So destitute of feelings

Who could ever love him?

Because unlike the crowd of fanatics
Who subscribe to Universalism,
Believing that one day we will all be saved
By the great power who bestowed upon us
Everything

This being, has endowed him with nothing
Nothing so enchanting
Nothing so lacking in him

Than love

For how could one ever love
If he was never loved?

He would wake up in the middle of the night
To shouts in the other room
The reboant sounds of a failing marriage
The signs of love lost, if there ever were

He would eat his breakfast
With no one at his side
But the whispers clinging to the air,
“You are alone.”

There is no such word as love

It is a made-up word
Constructed by us mere mortals
To give us the illusion of escape,
From this deep hole we have found ourselves in

Unlike the devotees, he will never be saved

From neglect, from abandonment

He will be forgotten
Like the children from the unlit garden
Doomed to seek this thing called love
Yet never find it

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