Monday

This Curse

He sits in his room
Startled by what he sees
Not knowing what to think
Not knowing what to believe

The trembling he feels
Strickins pain inside
He can't run from his fears
He has no where to hide

'What is this curse
that has fallen on me'
'What did I learn'
What did I see

He knows so little
He suffers so much
He hears every whisper
He feels every touch

Finally he gives in
To whatever he's done
The game still continues
But no one has fun

Henry James

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

"¿Fue usted, o su hermano menor, quien murió en la guerra?"

Anonymous said...

crec que m'agrada molt pensar que només jo puc entendre els post que em deixes....=)

Anonymous said...

no entenc les teves actualitzacions...però suposo que és el que parlavem ahir...potser hi ha algun suertudo o suertuda que si que l'entendrà... =)

The Last Opium Den said...

...ba ba ba ba... ;)

Anonymous said...

...que vol dir avoied??

Anonymous said...

....i owed? i tool??

Anonymous said...

"Et devia aquesta carta(s) desde feia molt de temps pero els meus dits han evitat el llapis com si fos una eina vella i enverinada" :)

Anonymous said...

...la resposta al teu post...endondeyasabes!! =)
(mmm...si...no estic fotent res...)

Anonymous said...

...es d'un escritor, John Steinbeck (1902-1968)...pero em sembla que me la va robar a mi...jijiji....bandido!

Anonymous said...

...si hi ha confiança els silencis no molesten. a cops són necessaris...crec!