Poem 000 (Epilogue; Why) Poem by Phillip Inas

Curse thee, oh curse thee Cupid
Thy arrow struck my memory
Block mine vivid

You fooled me
Let my feelings vanquished
Into the hearts of abyss

Those poems written
The song of my vow
Merely a sarcastic lust
From imagination thee bestow

Those were the souls of undead
Hollow, pestilence stricken
Hypocritical heartless turbulence
Foolish vows!

You Delilah
Little lying Pandora
Niece of Medusa

Who fooled thy Samson
Betrayed thy god Zeus
Thy poison

You glad me up
You made me down
You turn me around unto thy palm


Curse thee, oh thee entitled “SHE”
And thee, and thee oh Cupid
Softly, you are killing me
Stupid! Oh stupid! Am I that stupid?

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