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Blessed With a Curse
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Poems From the moment time began
I've been blessed with this curse
Stare at the broken hands
Time stands
Still as they tick their last second
Days turn to night
Everything is so empty now…
The day that we lost him
Without farewell
You slowly began to fade as well
No chances for goodbyes
Stood and watched as it ate you up, too
The depression that thrives
On your souls
Used
The hands don’t turn anymore
The pieces of you, they've shattered on the floor
Until the moment my lonely time ends
I'll be blessed with this curse
By: Megan Konkin
