The Gift of a Curse

Signs of trouble at a cost

Lines are blurring near the curve

Souls are burning with sulfur

And with life at a gain or loss

Chains of bondage, worn with pride

A curse it seems but a gift it is

Look and behold the hidden light

That cries to shine forth

Listen to the silent cry

Of the pained from a lovely garth

Its all shiny without

But rotten within

All smiley outside,

But within, a river or tears flow


A tribute I bring, praises I sing

But to what end, for what purpose.

After that, I yell obscenities, and again

I speak of higher truth,

But all seems lost in the big sea

Of my unprocessed thoughts

My mind rages to find words

For conflicting emotions

But then, they never come out.

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