the ugly writers

THE CURSE

The Curse

… Half buried

Under the falling debris

I had wished to remain

Thus

no longer wished to see

But…

As if by a spell whispered

From afar

During one haunted nocturnal

morbid hour…

The effigy broken

Long ago

…… Came alive…..

 

If you liked The Curse, catch more of Maryam Viqar with her previous poems:

call me home  man who can't be named  

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