CURSE AND CURE

 

my cross is my burden 

let me bear it alone 

the air I breathe feels like sin

when shall I wake up from this dream?

hopes and fears are retarded 

wishes and prayers are battered 

humans trying to make sense in their existence 

life amounts to nothing, all is pretense 

my heart beats and bleeds 

a compulsory default for me soul 

a poignant lust, a shattered love

our emotions is neither a gift nor a curse 

a poor tarred-and-feathered wretch 

mass pity for a suicidal thought at the edge 

life brings nothing but pain and agony 

a proverbial curse for the heart that consumes too much honey

like a phase, life passes 

blinking uncontrollable like eye lashes 

a squid game we all must survive 

to stay relevant, you must connive 

my cross is my burden 

let me bear it alone 

the air I breathe feels like sin

when shall I wake up from this dream?

@talk2leigh

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6:52am

3 Feb 2024