I owe myself a curse
rapped am I in a selfless horror
no one to mourn upon the lost I
only hurling burden upon thee
carcass only am I to them
seers gurl bad at I
am no self reasonable to any
like a frogs back patch
or an old man's bald front
do I really irritate?
daily tears do I really feed on
crying and craving for lost hope
but that's ain't my then
I long for hope aside
once grass can be grace
my tears can unfold trouble
no more a troubled lorner
but a hopeful mourner.
©shillahkar
S