The Curse
Jun 6, 2022
A poem on grieving in isolation.
Shrouded
Buried
Dark
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Words eaten by silence
Words held back hopeless
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Trying
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Alone in an empty room
Locked from the outside
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Water dripping down the walls
Fire won’t light
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Unshared secrets
Die on the last breath
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Truth
Mortality
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Cursed clarity
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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.