A Poem by Mike Adams

Dreams of the Curse

Born under curse treading water from birth,
Fleeing monsters without faces in restlessness.
Dying in dreams without want, without reason,
Flights of fear in nights of relentless motion.

Torn without love of parents once removed,
Brought back to a place with nowhere to hide.
Moved to Metropolis where truth hides in cold,
Lost in dreams of the curse in blinding night.

Struck in anger, uprooted, torn down,
Running to nowhere to escape hell’s scorn.
Hiding in eggshells, where no one can see,
Haunted by sunsets in sins agony.

Abandoned in youth, left at sins side,
Faced with his vises he will surely die.
Left as a weed in barren soil to exist,
Tormented by visions of curses by night.

Finding the one to live with forever,
Daydreams of greatness, sleeping undressed.
From a distance hope cries out from the best,
Drowned out by slumber’s hopelessness.

Found by the guilty to work for hire,
Betraying the dreams that now bring desire.
Running from pain of life without rest,
Searching dark rooms for meaning and bliss.

Dreams of the curse from Adams side,
Will wake us one day as Jesus bride.