Curses

Just not ok to say there will be once peace everlasting,
reaching for it is vain, I must proclaim.

Just no fun to listen to tears go by, as shy as I am,
and as long as I last, stand waiting for the answer.

There are moments I loose it, all.
Fall and fall and scream out and call.

For you were granted wisdom.
And you were granted space.
And I am but a card in your hand, an ace.
So do not bother to stay.

Call it what ever you want,
I am hunted by the illusion.

And the prayers sound like curses.