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The Curse

A poem on grieving in isolation.





Words eaten by silence

Words held back hopeless




Alone in an empty room

Locked from the outside


Water dripping down the walls

Fire won’t light


Unshared secrets

Die on the last breath





Cursed clarity


Denial is a spell

That death broke

I wrote this poem while thinking of how isolating it was to lose my dad when I was ten years old, when other kids still felt like their families were safe and protected, as I knew that I would never hear his voice again, or hear the kind of stories you don’t tell your ten-year-old.

Katey Ferreira

I have Mars in Aries in my chart, so you can probably blame that.