A Curse

A curse

A mark

A seal.

 

A burning

An icthing for blood

A crazy feeling of death.

 

No one can see it

But I feel it

For it grows within my skin.

 

A curse of hatred

And fear.

 

A power of control

My master

My pain he feeds off.

 

For I am no one

Just his doll.

 

His rage doll

A toy and nothing else.

 

Everynight it burns

And stings.

 

My neck swells

And hurts

 

But nothing can be done

becuase it is all in my head

Right?

 

If so, Why do I wake with

such marks on my body?

 

If so, why does he make me bleed

and weep.

 

A curse, A mark, A power

He has me.

 

Waiting for me to slip

And fall so he can have his

Revenge.

 

 

Reviews

[Roxi L]

I like this. I can feel the rage and maybe some confusion coming through the piece. Nice work

Writing keeps the dream alive
~Roxi~