THE CURSE MARK

 

It is the curse upon your soul 

that makes you bark and roar 

that makes you palpitate 

when nobody reciprocates 

it is the illusions you build 

that whispers that you lead 

it becomes a basis for your belief 

finally, leaving you in grief 

the world is never sorry 

hurry up and load your loss in a lorry

get us after each defeat and dust dirt off 

never wait for people to remove their hat in doff 

the world offers no comfort 

only filled with people who are selfish and pompous 

the world is not your home 

our life is nothing but a loan 

brace up and step up 

even if every struggles goes in flop 

resilience should be your mantra 

be persistent like the soldiers in contra 

your tears makes some lad leap for joy 

stay strong like a man, not a boy 

your wounds should be your ace fuel 

suit up, let your foes go to hell 

tomorrow is not promised, we know 

still sail your boat and row 

never lose your paddles in the storm 

when you lose courage, sip a little rum 

you are alone for all I care 

but it’s fine to have a little fear 

it’s better safe than sorry 

I’ve said it all, it is left for you to worry 

@talk2leigh

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6:20am

13 Oct 2025