„Cursed" by GreatMarta
Should I accept this twist of fate?
My hopes and dreams, should they abate?
Should I be me and walk with pride?
Or drown in shame I cannot hide?
Could I maintain my dignity
While faking my identity?
I am no part of my own home
Neither am I what I become
I don't know where this road will end
With every step my doubts distend
My homesickness retards my gait
My legs will not cooperate
My eyes cannot endure the light
I swear I feel how they ignite
My lungs blow up and freeze so fast
That every breath could be my last
Regrets and rage have me confined
I am to blame, I have been blind
Would I not feel I have been dim
If I had sensed the traitor's whim?
Would that make me not look so lame
If had done what judges claim?
Had I come up with such a scheme
Would that improve my self esteem?
Is that my voice? Have I gone mad?
Am I malign or simply sad?
A storm begins to rise in me
I had enough! Time to break free!
My brain explodes, what a relief!
I take my sword and slay this grief
The time has come to let it go
I cannot change the history's flow
There is a way to make things right
I personally will end this blight!
My life begins and ends right now
A foreign lord shall hear my vow
Glossary:
Abate – become less in amount or intensity
Ignite – start to burn or burst into flames
Distend – become wider, swell from or as if from internal pressure
Gait – manner of walking
Confined – in captivity, not free to move about
Whim – a sudden desire, an odd or fanciful idea
Malign – evil or harmful in nature or influence
AN: After spending an hour trying to save spaces between the verses I gave up and replaced them by horizontal lines. It is not my fault, I have been pasting the correct html code a thousand times, but that stupid program wouldn't save it. Whatever.