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Cursed
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Sketch Trapped in lines of illogical verse
with a heart that has been broken up
and dispersed;
reliably,
undeniably cursed
...in love.
Arguably the first love,
quite possibly the worst love
because when I left him,
he never left me.
I carry him with me
in that quiet,
center space that every man seeks...
...and some women.
He lives in me deep;
Deep deep down
until he comes out to play,
burning my soul and
driving other men away
until back into hiding he creeps.
If only I could, if only I could
"Pour water in my deep"
like Jenni would sing
to wash that man out of me
and get rid of this thing.
I guess I should be glad
his thing
didn't put me in a hearse.
For whatever reason why,
until I die,
I guess I am cursed.
By the way, I love the opening lines.
I carry him with me
in that quiet,
center space that every man seeks...
...and some women.
excellent
Nice Rhythm.*
Describe "him" more-
as a FTR (First time reader) I dont have enough context to create this character or problem, idea vice versa.
I like the "Pour water in my deep" but Jenni who?
*Try enternal rhyme rather than end rhyme for a less obvious effect, it "bounces" more that way.