Saturday, October 25, 2014


Curses rain like bitter dew,
roiling round mind's grief,
calling angels to defend;
keening love deceased.
Scattered through eternity,
drenching heart and mind,
tiny scars of hopelessness;
anger, peace denies.

1 comment:

  1. Curses, either in myth or verbal from one person to another, cause so much damage. Bitter dew, indeed.