The Curse Of The Unwanted Poem by Carlos Gutierrez

Weakness I carry with my move
I’m apologize for my ineptness, sorry I am limp.

I claimed an enchantment,
With a foolish mind,
I was conjuring happiness,
Pretending it was mine,
Calling out to it,
Inviting love towards my door.

Yet who I lusted and desired,
Has been taken from my hands,
Kidnapped and blinded,
By the magic of her touch.

So here I sing and I cry to the heavens,
As I await,
Yet once again,
To recieve the mercy of a goddess.

I’ve been granted pity and shame,
All attached from those who stare,
And call out to my name.

The curse of the unwanted
Is to seek the unreachable.

Robbed within my sight,
By the taste of her lips.

Yet it’s not his fault,
Or even hers to say.
The blame is on me,
I can accept that.

A cryptic arragenment of words,
Is little of use.
There is not a word in the dictionary,
That will lessen the hurt.

So let us keep running away,
Let us continue our game with fate.
And I, as a coward, will continue on to hide forever,
Let me pretend, that we together, are beautiful.