POEM :):

Breath of curses :

Behind me sways a cloud of sorrow,

filled with a hundred curses

blown from a tireless bellows.

I walk…not knowing

whether I’m carrying my steps

or they’re carrying me.

The road yawns beneath my feet,

and time scatters across my face

a dust that feels like names

I’ve long forgotten.

Every curse

that spills from the bellows

grows the wing of an insect,

buzzing at my ear,

reminding me that chaos

stands closer to me

than my own shadow.

The cloud trails behind,

yet I feel it breathing in my chest,

stretching its fingers through my ribs

as if searching for a lost key

or a tightly sealed door.

I try to whistle,

but the air escapes distorted,

as though my lips learned language

from the mouths of ghosts.

And still…

I move on.

For something unseen

nudges my back gently,

whispering:

keep going,

the cloud will never lift

unless you outrun your shadow.

Behind me trails a cloud of sorrow, carried by a hundred curses blown forth from the bellows

Behind me trails a cloud of sorrow, carried by a hundred curses

Behind me trails a cloud of sorrow

Behind me trails

Behind

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