May 22 2014
Curse
It’s almost as though
there’s a curse on my tongue
It starts in my heart
and comes up through my lungs.
It slithers and shudders
and tries to break free.
It tells me I’m worthless.
It makes me hate me.
The curse is a poison.
It spreads and it kills.
It’s sated with hatred
and steals my free will.
It’s angry and ugly –
and wants me to die.
It hurts me, it shames me.
I’ll never know why.
It’s almost as though
it’s a curse that will spread;
until it has claimed me…
Until I am dead.
(2 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)
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