It's a curse
it ran deep down my soul
it reached everywhere
and corrupted my mind

Now I'm an artist who can't
draw, a simple circle, a line,
it curves on the paper and
it's gone

Now I can't draw
it stole everything from me
my imagination, my emotion,
everything I hold important

As an artist my now biggest fear
is the pen and paper
and the colors that turns grey
after being blue

I am now dead
and I mourn for my loss
not just my mind, heart, and soul
but everything that I am before.

© miryelleY.