Sylvia's Curse
In the darkest hours before dawn I rise
Just as I have many mornings like this
In this blue hour where sleep is a fleeting dream
And my demons long thought buried rise again
Today is not a day for work, for Poetry has left me once again
The frozen winter, the worst in a century, is barely kept at bay
But it has already entwined itself around my heart
And I know now what must be done.
For two decades I have chased the ghost of my father
I saw him in every man, and I married you.
But you left just as he did, as they all did
As I tried to do too.
Bread and milk for the children
Your lover will live in my shadow
Always second best, and she will die within the decade
But she will take your child with her, something I would not, could not do.
It's so cold now here in this blue hour
But the gas is on, the gas is on
Sleep---
And Daddy, calls to me again.
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