A curse, one the most twisted,
But discreet, disguised as an emotion.
Bright, beneath its medium,
Consumed me, to embrace its glow.
The medium's wrath, its reign cemented.
A careless Victor, with the power of love.
Cursed by its trace, I fell to its rule.
The love now darker, to shade its evil.
Battered and bruised, by the medium itself,
Left me, by my demands.
Impaled, the arrow within me.
My heart poisoned, by the love that it carries.
Thus I wait, to pass by this curse.
A gift and a curse, it's a devastating pair.
Undecided still, by what I prefer.
To leave I shall wait, for a Ray of hope.
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Dimmed
PoetryBroken by life's struggles, by love, but yearn to have it back? Blaze through the likely feeling of your emotions with these pieces which tell stories; The kind to make you feel like the spark you had around your dreams or ex-lover exists, but as fa...
