Poem: At Times

By: Denny E. Marshall

loneliness

Loneliness is a gene
All are born with
Evolutions of time
Will not detach
At times lays dormant
Hidden in helix
The long spiral strands
Are always present
Atoms spin around
Calls from the past
Even crowded life
Not permanent cure

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