The Curse

The fire of hatred scars my soul
As my thoughts wander to centuries past
From whence did I come to this earth?
This torture of endless years it seems
Somehow it's my living destiny
Immortality it once was bliss and satisfaction
I drown in their blood, cries and fear
I choose to live in this neverending darkness
Longing for the days of innocence and beauty
In children’s eyes and falling rain
Through with regretting and forgiving
For it's part of my future history


(Arifa Isabel - January 2004)
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