midas' touchA Poem by novemberi have daddy issuesIf I could tell him Everything I thought of him I’d tell him He ruined this family. Not my mother, Not bad luck, or the divorce Him Because his rotten touch Devastates everything around him It leaves bruises on everything he touches At least the original Midas curse But there’s nothing pretty or shining About what he’s done to us. © 2022 november |
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