What chained teen feel.

As I was cursed,
not to love 'til the time
of thee men.
.
Here shall me be
alone in thy sorrow winds,
wearing the mask of false
to cover the face of the lone.
.
watching the ones uncursed
by thy blood name.
passing, as they cheer
a cheer that will only led to tear.
.
behind the mask you'll see,
a face of emptiness.
eyes of jealousy.
a grave.
.
in thy depths of this grave,
a dungeon in the bottom of a pit.
where the whisper of hatred thoughts
come to linger to me.
.
in thy end, a man chained.
awaiting for the time the chains
to be set free and the curse to be lifted.

                                                                                                                                 -L.G.C Dimasalang-