This Fucking Curse

 
This Fucking Curse

Storm clouds move in and overtake a blue, peaceful sky.
Tears begin to fall from a once dry eye.
Lightning dances its way around overhead a once bustling town.
A smile on a once bright face is turned into a frown.
Thunder rattles his very foundation.
A beloved loved one is about to be sent away for cremation.
Once blue water turns blood red,
as clean city streets are lined with the rotting corpses of the dead.
Because of this fucking curse,
chaos is invited into my peaceful world.

The pounds don’t fall off as easy as they once did.
Thirty-one and still don’t have a single kid.
The shape of the body isn’t as great as I want it to be,
but my mind is at peace and that is an important key
to keeping myself balanced and happy in life.
All I lack is a beautiful wife,
but I’m still a little strange and different from the rest.
I’m nowhere near the best dressed.
I slack at shaving and often have scruffy facial hair,
but I have life experiences and a lot of knowledge to share,
but because of this fucking curse,
I will never be good enough to call you my queen.

Looking in the mirror in the morning, I tell myself that I’m the shit.
A man on a mission that just won’t quit.
I’m as good looking as they come and should attract the best mates,
so no worries, a beautiful woman is part of your fate.
A great, well rounded guy any woman would be lucky to have,
so in good time, only the best will be in my arms.
My personality is top notch and friendly as can be.
Everyone would kill to be me.
Because of this fucking curse,
my fucking ego drives people away.

A peaceful mind allows me to live my best life.
I no longer want to end it all with a razor-sharp knife.
A smile has replaced the frown carried around for years on my face.
A war isn’t won in a sprint, rather a long race.
The sun shines bright day after day.
The darkness is being kept at bay.
I became the hunter, no longer the prey,
and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
War games are no longer being played,
and for the long haul, I’m here to stay.
This fucking curse,
can die in the past with times much worse.