Cursed

a poem about fate, lack of love, despair

Cursed

Flowing, endlessly.
The curse seeps into my veins, forever preventing the kindling
of a Fire they lit in me,
those many moons ago.

Forever. That's a long time,
to be,
or not?
to be.....
Cursed.


This is frustrating she muses. Beyond a joke, what I am destined to encounter,
to merge into,
the celibacy of the soul,
entwined in fear,
laced with anxiety.

I am immortal in my hope,

Yet love does not reach me.