Curse

You look from the pane glass

Eyes forlorn and distant

Tracing nothing between the fog

“Oh what a miserable hermit

Oh what a tired old man

If only we could help him

If only he would be helped!”

If only they knew

What you had done

You hold open

Those oak double doors

Courtyard alive with color

Color I shall never again have

No

You stole that from me

You lay in bed

Mind elsewhere

No

I won’t allow this

You must be here

Must stay here

Always aware

Always guilty

I pound upon the walls

You cry

Yes

This is fitting

This is what you deserve

I was never found

I will never leave

And so you’ll stay

Just like me

Your servants whisper

Your friends all gossip

But none know

None can guess

What you did to me

Nor

Will they guess

What I will do to you

The start of October and I’ll be posting a themed poem each day for the rest of the month!