Cursed be emotion

Cursed be emotion

And its selfish demand to be felt

Its childish hankerings and thirst

Its longing to be held and embraced


Cursed be anger

And its bitter aftertaste

Its grinding teeth and love-spawn weeping

Its sleepless nights and hopeless horizons


Cursed be silence

And its deafening wait

Its heavy burden weighing the heart into stupor

Its nondescript words beyond interpretation


Cursed be pity

The worst evil of all

Its degradation of the heart to a sorry state

Its sad, quiet looks and awkward utterances


Cursed be love (I said, “Cursed be love!”)

And its prickly tears and unrequited glares

Its sharp dagger cutting through the soul

Its uncaring hunger, destroying all in its wake



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