Cursing My Birth Poem by Lihle Shezi

No pain is willing to leave so soon
cursing my birth wouldn't help
so I sit here, watching as pain and misery
better each other
in every memory we shared like no other.
had I not kept your heart
I would have walked away.
If your heart could give one more fight
we wouldn't have had this day.
Praying only seems to remind me
of my inabilities
when my faith couldn't move
this mountain
as plain the heart, the Devil groove.
Torturing me with my own pain
Living is a curse, death is soo peaceful.
when the expense of living gets worse
death is soo beautiful.