Poem: Cursed

I fight I fall, I forget I repeat.
Damn this cycle and its scars
Nothing more I would like now then to live on Mars.

I search I seek, I sunder I pleat.
I once again find these czars
who do become my prison guards.

I lose I lament, I leave I skeet.
Cursed I am for nothing can I escape
but to live this shit and cry.

I be damned I be denied, I do doubt I am cursed.
So be it may I find my hearse
can it be my freedom finally disperse.

Posted in: My Writings, Poems

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