Cursed
I wonder why it started
Alcoholism, depression, and panic attacks
But It all makes sense once I trace it all back
Far away on an ancient peninsula
We thought we were superior,
Acted like Caligula,
Drunk I would piss on the mounds
Knowing now I’m Cursed, For desecrating their sacred grounds
Touched by darkness
Never to be the same
The rest of my life
Living in fear and shame.
The ghost that stayed with me,
Never again will I be free.
JEV
Copyright © Jim Vandevelde | Year Posted 2021
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