Curse or Blessed


By Mark Nuñez

Distant echoes dangling by a rope; grasped by the sweaty palms of an uncertain future.

Ti:me, in it’s perpetual elegance, constricting ever so beautifully. 

The pathway, narrower. The finish line, farther. 

Hearts ablaze, emotions fierce, as they draw in closer.

Stars out. Moonlit night.

He sits there on a throne of lies. Knowing. Watching. Waiting. For me. For you. 
Cursed or Blessed? I ask myself this. Joke on me? On us? 
Forsaken? Redeemed? 
Ants on a hill. Bees in a hive. Shits and grins.