My Curse Poem by Paul McAnaney

My Curse



Open now are my eyes,
Open now possibly for the first time,
For now i see i am cursed,
Cursed by my eternal lust,
My eternal lust for that which
i cannot possibly hope to attain,
For this is my eternal pain.

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Paul McAnaney

Paul McAnaney

Mullingar, Co. Westmeath, Ireand
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