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The CurseMy eyes are open, but all I see are - blank faces and motionless bodies moving like ghosts multi-colored - This noise where I sit is like a battlefield crash, bang...my head is surrounded by the enemy should I surrender now? or just shoot myself? like they do horses... Why must I be like this out in the open, vulnerable...And most of all on a Death wish! I have everything that Midas had have truly my Helen of Troy - yet still these thoughts cast temptation over my shadow and my whole soul - Maybe the Gods watching down may see it in their wisdom to erase this Curse from me B... Written By B.R.Walker Copywriter 2008 UK Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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