The curse on me....
A shadow I can't escape,
Whispers from the past
Echo in my heart.
I walk under skies that never light up,
Chasing dreams that vanish like smoke,
While time presses on me
Like an unyielding chain.
Every step is a struggle,
The earth shakes with its quiet anger,
Yet I keep going—
Not out of rebellion, but because I must,
For to stop is to be lost.
This curse,
Not one of magic,
But one I created myself,
Tying me to paths I never should have taken.
Still, I move forward,
With broken wings but a strong will,
For even a curse,
After long enough,
Becomes part of my story...
About the Creator
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
Comments (2)
That was extremely powerful! Loved your poem!
Awww this is encouraging to keep going even during hard time and hard battles. Love your poem.