Curse Poem by Chealsey Marou
Curse
My father is a monster
And he lives in a forest
With his henchmen that are sentinel
To make sure that I'm subsequent
Yes, I am living in a city
And yet I'm a prisoner
It's been 16years that Im living like this
Being a slave and no freedom
I'll be patiently waiting till someone come
To undo the spell that's pinioned me
And be free with this curse
That impoverished me
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5/6/2024 2:48:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I do understand this poem. I dislike large cities.