hmmm sad poetry
Is this what a curse is supposed to be?
A death of dreams, a death of morality,
a death of child, a death of spirituality,
Never being able to see past this debris
Waking up, dreading the day to be,
closing my ears to all the reality,
liening to myself, calling it irrationality,
I never could see hope or glee
Crying at night, for the day to be
would death bring hospitality,
a parting of pain, some normality?
or just like a night - dreading a day to come...