My curse.

Looking over the past
I honestly didn't believe it would last
this long, and that I'm still here
seeing life so clear.

Through the pain
and the struggles, the turmoil
and the trouble,
somehow I'm still here.

There's been heartache,
death, destruction, and worse.
But nothing is as bad as this living curse
of forgetting everything all at once.

In a fit of spiralling and whirring,
of jerking and twerking,
moaning and confusion.
It leaves you breathless.

You can't breath,
or think,
or even comprehend
till much later on.

Time goes on, but this
continues to happen forever
and ever.
And its truly my curse.