Curse

Posted: November 5, 2013 in Poetry
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Wishing to move

with cramps in every muscle

and pain stemming

from every joint,

to speak with a tongue

overrun by idle talk

until the mouth

is dry as a carcass,

to see with eyes scarred by a forest of cataracts,

smell with a nose sheared off and clogged,

touch with doll-like skin,

and listen with lost ears,

that is the cruelest curse.

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