The Curse

The curse  

I have always been alone all my life
With hardship playing me like a fife
While I dance round ideas on how to survive
Learning daily to conquer fear so I can thrive 

I have always had love, from a distance 
With no joy or peace in all my years of existence 
A bit of comfort is what I need for resistance 
Against unhealthy thoughts that are persistence 

For years I cried myself to sleep 
As my angry emotions run deep 
Through my body, seeing and listening to cheap 
Comments from people who never sow but only reap 

Another Christmas alone with myself, 
Trapped in my mind like I am locked in a hellish cells
With no happy memories in my shelf, 
Only the sounds of music ringing in my head like the church bells

Mother nature has placed a hard curse on me
So I sit at the beach, looking through the raging sea
Wondering when this storm will finally calm so I can be free
From this loneliness in my body sucking my joy like a flea

Eggy Jonson 







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