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Cursed With Life

Years go by, like a hot, dry summer breeze. Trees are scorched, no water to be found. Waves of heat, crashing against the earth, baking me to a crisp. I walk alone, in a world now all desert; deserted forever. I’ve roamed for years, decaying in life, yet never diminishing in it. Many cities have fallen, outstretched fingers crushed to dust, in a fist that is the world’s end. Not one greets me, for no one but me is around. I’m the last, I believe. I am cursed with life with no cure, no escape. I see no reason for this immortality, no reasin for this life, as relentless as it is. Above, in a mock sea so blue, so clear; the blazing sun. It beats down as if determined to kill me. But it cannot. I can’t die, though I’d appreciate it. Throat parched, joints sore, always in pain. I’m decaying in life, but not diminishing in it. I am cursed, cursed with life.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 10/23/2012 9:07:00 AM
this reminds me of the book "the road" by cormac mccarthy (i hope that's how you spell his name). you've painted a very vivid picture here.........
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Zach Nathan
Date: 10/23/2012 9:17:00 AM
Really? I've heard of that book. Yes, I believe that's how you spell it... Thank you. I try my best. I actually wrote this poem last year during French class. :)
Date: 10/23/2012 8:33:00 AM
Survivors are cursed with life, but they have their uses....they help others survive and some of them rediscover life. Very well written Zach
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Zach Nathan
Date: 10/23/2012 8:45:00 AM
Thank you. I really appreciate it. :)

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