Freed from my curse
Freed From these shackles
Freed from the pain
Yet why those it feel so empty
This curse that has haunted me
I cursed it everyday
Burning with Hate I could not bare to say
Yet the curse became something all too familiar
all too warm
all too reassuring
Cursed with or without it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem