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The Curse

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.

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