I sat broken atop a mountain
Cursing all of the gods
For having me restrained
Against impossible odds;
For having me seek love,
Never to obtain it;
For giving nothing to write of,
And be viewed as a hypocrite;
For needing rejection,
To function in life
To never have the affection
Of caring, loving wife;
For making me soft in heart,
Afraid of the world before me;
Fearful of being torn apart
By some unholy earthly thing;
For having me always laugh
But never feel joyful and reviled
Being a joke on people's behalf,
Yet always having to smile;
Tis the gods that I curse
For my stubborn will and spirit
So that even when it hurts
I'll still be adherent;
For making me a fool
Before all of the earth
For treating me quite cruel
Making me wish I'd died at birth;
For forcing me into solitude
Making me able to see
That I am not being pursued
By those who could love me;
So I sit cursing the gods
Who sit on their thrones so high;
Hoping they'll strike me down
Leaving me up on the mountain to die.
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
I sat broken atop a mountain
Cursing all of the gods
For having me restrained
Against impossible odds;
For having me seek love,
Never to obtain it;
For giving nothing to write of,
And be viewed as a hypocrite;
For needing rejection,
To function in life
To never have the affection
Of caring, loving wife;
For making me soft in heart,
Afraid of the world before me;
Fearful of being torn apart
By some unholy earthly thing;
For having me always laugh
But never feel joyful and reviled
Being a joke on people's behalf,
Yet always having to smile;
Tis the gods that I curse
For my stubborn will and spirit
So that even when it hurts
I'll still be adherent;
For making me a fool
Before all of the earth
For treating me quite cruel
Making me wish I'd died at birth;
For forcing me into solitude
Making me able to see
That I am not being pursued
By those who could love me;
So I sit cursing the gods
Who sit on their thrones so high;
Hoping they'll strike me down
Leaving me up on the mountain to die.
