The Curse

Here I am searching for a verse,
Something that feels my curse.
My heart numbs, cuts and seizes my attention,
My mind distracts, doses off and feels no affection.

Many famous had this curse,
One expressed it quite terse.
Few carefully chosen words he always selected,
As his face and body always seemed defected.

Curious to know the famous one,
One of antiquity's dejected son?
He is my brother that I learned about in school,
You know him too unless you are a complete fool.

He was tall and gainly,
His wife a bit insanely.
'Cause of his depression he sometimes took to drinkin',
Couldn't you tell that I was talking about Lincoln?

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