Like-atoms we attracted or repel
We even merge at a core polarity,
Either side may move poles apart
Like opposing, continents tetchy.
All have positives and negatives
Some of us may even be physics
Who's saddened belittled lives?
See and read all the narratives.
There's little joy, knowing so much
Making, those, same silly mistakes.
But what if, there are no mistakes
Life, looks like a pinball game of such.
But is anything ever so random
That, you can't pinpoint and link up
Some all-important missing dots
Stalemate, win or lose there's no let-up.
If good and evil are the players
Then we are only the name Sayers
The pieces may look haphazard
Because simply; we're so self-enamoured.
So, call on your guardian angel
Might that be your only defensive hand?
To save your soul from the devil
Wave faiths sword strikeout pre-planned.
Mark Heathcote
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/read-all-the-narratives/
