The Curse Poem by Anita Atina

The curse of loneliness

Is the worst known to mankind

Shared in equal measure

With those who abuse life’s many blessings

And the seekers of life’s many secrets

An ever present hollow

That spreads cancerously

Debasing hope

Denying belief

Burning joy at a black stake

Of nothingness

Allowing fear to build

Insidious walls of mistrust.

Lonely lives torn with

A heartless ragged edge

Bloodying hearts that seek to believe

In love, in hope, and in the supreme joy

Of being alive!