Cursed?
You know nothing of cursed
Nor death, nor love
And I pity you-yes
I pity you
You choose this fate
You alone
A heathen god who curses men
With their wildest dreams
Yet delights
In taking them away…
Your living heart, beating, throbbing
That you promised for hers-
Locked away
Still bleeding
It never belonged to her.
It was not for love you left her
Not for love your betrayal
It was not love but guilt
Not anger but guilt
Not her heart, untameable
Indomitable
Unceasingly ever-changing
That drove you to this madness
But your own
Unable to bear the price your pride
Had cost you
As to the answer to your question-
She was always there
Invisible
She is always here
Waves and rain, salt and spray-
I taste her tears
The lover you despised
The woman you did not see
A touch of destiny-a stroke of cruelty
A bond, you foolishly believed, so easily severed…
But love is never weak
And you would know this…
If ever you knew love.
You poor, blinded, arrogant fool
No tears of anger, no thoughts of hate
Even now,
I cannot find it in myself to hate a man who never loved
Your death, your life, your pride, your guilt
They remained yours even until the end
Raging winds and gale screams of guilt
Her soul ripped from sea to sky
They were never hers.
And she wept
Oh, she wept