The programming has broken
Normal service
Will not resume
Anytime soon
The stalker has lost his quarry
He cannot recall
His instructions at all
Like a lone wolf
He bays at the moon
The triggers are wide of their mark
Mere words break
From their anchors
Flee the white room
The looking-glass signals
Suicide missions gone wrong
All lost to anarchy
Such a sweet flower
Is ready to bloom
The instructions are faulty
Those fallen
Were not on the list
Not chosen to die
The synapses are confused
They cannot relay
The demands of the day
Call him serial killer, the truth’s
Not as good as a lie
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Love the heaviness and power of this poem.
Thanks Charles!! 🙂 🙂
I love this, Helen!
Thanks Ionia!! It was inspired by a very interesting book I read that showed evidence that many serial killers may not have acted alone and posited interesting theories about whether some are ‘programmed’ to kill..don’t know how accurate the thesis was (possibly very or not at all I suppose…) but it made for interesting, and inspiring, reading. 🙂
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Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Wow, powerful poem, Helen! Love that last line, “the truth’s / Not as good as a lie.” Well-done is an understatement.
Thanks so much, that is very kind!! 🙂 🙂
Wow Helen! The magnitude of the power in this piece. I agree with Maire…that last line.,,says it all.
Thanks so much!!! 🙂 🙂