Cursed Path

First poem I ever wrote, believe it or not.

 

As I walk into your gleaming path,

I realize that I have been cursed.

Cursed with that dreadful thing called love;

That killer feeling that confuses everyone,

That takes over your well being.

Yet then I realize,

it is not a curse at all.

It is a feeling of joy, a feeling of happiness, a great feeling.

I have finally accepted myself.

So as I walk towards you, I feel the courage.

The courage to talk,

The courage to ask you how you feel about me

And then, as we pass glances to one another,

I lose all my courage.

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

Very good first poem.
I agree with Celtic Cat below, re: your talent for tricking us into the wrong atmopsheric moods.

"That killer feeling that confuses everyone,
that takes over your well being." - it has a lot to answer for, historically and individually.

This is both an uplifting and sad piece.
Well done.

Thanks for posting it.

[Celtic Cat]

As I walk into your gleaming path,
I realize that I have been cursed.