Poem By timelia tison
I curse that heaven and hell bring their wrath on you.
That the carpet pulls forcefully beneath your feet.
That you see nothing but rainy days.
I curse that you would never experience happiness.
That even the dead denies you.
That even the living turns thier back on you.
I curse that everything around you spoils and sours.
I curse that you have nothing but your heart to hold onto.
That you only have the heavens to cry out to.
That you mourn night and day.
That your body wither and breaks.
That you feel all pain possible.
I hope that you find your way.
Through hate and sorrow you do not lose yourself.
That you encounter your belief.
I hope you do not see this as a dream.
I urge that you do not knock on evil's door.
But you might already have.