The Curse

This poem isn't about anyone I know, nor is it about me. I wrote this last night and I think it was just where my head was at. Let me know what you think. Sometimes the poems I write are the basis to something bigger I'm working on, some turn into ideas for scripts or stories.

THE CURSE

My life is changed from bad to worse

It's so surreal this bloody curse.

Wrapped around my inner soul

Like cornflakes stuck inside the bowl.

I try to run I try to hide

These feelings are deep they burn inside.

I can't escape this inner fear

But I'm losing all that I hold dear.

Run you fool, run from me

There's nothing left for you to see.

This tangled web of lies we weave

To better ourselves or to deceive.

I fear I'm losing my grip on life

I swap my shackles for the knife.

It cuts so deep I lie here bleeding

I'm dripping blood, my life's receding.

It's foolish I know to think I could

Be better than you, to be that good.

But look at me, this tethered soul

Chained to a life that's growing so cold.

My head is swimming I feel so weak

My outlook on life is very bleak.

Where once my view was miles of land

Where I would run and you would stand.

You'd count to ten and look for me

And I would hide behind the tree.

And you would seek me and we'd share

That moment, that kiss, its so not fair.

One tiny lie, one drink too many

And now you're gone, I'm the bad penny!

You were the best thing in my life

Next summer I would be your wife.

How could I have got this so wrong?

Why am I weak and never strong?

But its too late, my end is near

I can see a face but I can't hear.

My wrists are bound I'm stretchered out

To somewhere worse I have no doubt.

I close my eyes and now I hear

Your gentle voice are you really near?

For pity's sake I am just dreaming

My wish to see you, is that me screaming?

My eyes are open, you're in the room

Your smile is tearing away the gloom.

Perhaps we can start over again

But is that too soon, perhaps just friends?

I miss the tender moments we had

Before the lies that made you mad.

I hope that we can try once more

I hate the sound of slamming doors.

I know this started off with me

Why do I do these things to thee?

You've never hurt me once at all

In all the times when I did call.

You all the names under the sun

And I didnt mean any of them.

But I came from a place so very cold

Where I was cut straight from the mould.

Where I would pick up where my mother left off

To find fault with everything and I would scoff.

At all your attempts at winning me over

From buying me flowers to that purple pullover.

I'd bicker and moan and throw a fit

Not once did you raise your hand and hit.

Oh Danny I wish I could take it back

And curse this nightmare that's so very black.

But this is me and I can't change

These things that make me become so deranged.

What must you think of this fair maiden?

Who answered your prayers when you were laden?

Who tended to you when you were sick

Or who fought off your ex with a brick.

I need to go, it wouldn't work

You don't need me, I am a jerk.

Find yourself a better mate

Who's never going to make you late.

Who'll never upset your family and friends

Who'll always be there with you till the end.

That's not me for bad for worse

I'm stuck in this rut with this nightmare curse.

Copyright 2008