Bewitched
Ten Hail Mary’s after bedtime prayer.
Nothing seems to help this madness consuming my every breath.
A karmic cycle that keeps repeating itself. Reincarnated to live through it all once again.
A living hell, caught in this torture and pain as I watch him spit in my face.
I’ve fallen from God’s grace. The Lord doesn’t even remember my name.
Do my mistakes make it ok for all this heartache and pain?
Bewitched at a young age to suffer and feel so much heartbreak.
I try to escape, but the past always finds a way to steal my happiness away.
© Candy81
Poem written about generational curses
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