My Curse

a curse that is a blessing. not the words, the feelings

 

The words are what?

A free form flow of thought

Inspired by what?

Our puny minds

In realization

What we may think is something?

What is something

And will continue to be

A blessing, a curse

I write

What comes to mind

Nothing truer

In what I find

I'll share with you

It's just my way

Share my curse

In the words I say

I feel

No, I FEEL

So much,

So little

So Nothing

Everything

My curse, that is, a gift.

 

Don C.

2.19.08

Reviews

[An Ordinary Woman]

I suppose it goes back to 'one mans junk is another man's treasure."

I'm thinking "awesome." LOL