Dead Cells Shed
it is what it is
what should never have been
but has become
the mind forgets the years gone by
the heart learns to forgive
through tears wishing to be shed
an anger held at bay by a spirit
of love within, despite the eternal sin
a loss like a kin closer than skin
dead cells shed beneath a tree
We've suffered through the deeds, watching
the weeds spread through eons of time, awaiting
the new grasses growth
it is what it is
was what it was
happened and happens each day
we chase perfection and paradise
hoping for a return to the morning
of a new day
born again from a new womb
but it was and is
gone . . .
(c) 2010 simpoet
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