Curse

The sky is dark and scary,
the river is sad at night.
The area is covered in prairie,
the land is filled with fright.

I walk on, mesmerized,
the air like dust.
This is a big surprise,
I must find a way out, I must

I fear this is the end,
I must escape.
Myself ill never be able to defend,
Its almost like I’m recorded on tape.

Could it get worse,
I’ve been blessed with a curse.

by Marisa Eutsler

Comments (1)

How powerful a smile is, I like your poem. Sometimes our light is almost out when a smile turns it into a torch. Keep the world going with your smile.