Cursed

She has a curse

For what she touches turns to dust

From objects like flowers to dreams of unconsciousness

She fought with it for what she needs

She was debacle in the battle

and as she chooses to forfeit life,

Yet, She is no friend to death

For he does not share peace.

She went in her search of light

On the peaks of mountains, And the deepest oceans

Just when She knew the destination,

She was betrayed by hope in the darkest field.

She still chose to put her chin up and shoulder broad

as she fake a smile for what expected from her.

Yet its never enough,

She finds faith interest in helping her.

As She has consistent knocks on the door

She finds him a good influencer,

To follow a lead with no success

Because He is of no resource.

And So, She wonders

If She touches herself

Would she vanish?