The Curse
the soothsayer reads the lines
in your palms and
she says
you will marry
a beautiful woman
and you will have
a son
you will live a very long life
you will be rich
she continues
your marriage will not last long
the beautiful woman shall betray you and go with another man
your son will be gay
your money will be taken by your partner
your life will be long but it will be in sickness and bitterness
there will be no cure for your disease
and the doctors will give up
you will scream as loud as thunder
but even the nearest star cannot hear you
your life looks full like a bag
filled with air
it will be deep like a well
but without water
your only hope left is death only if you wish for it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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