Cursed

When I wake up every morning
shadows cry on my shoulder
asking me to die as if
this light has never been for me,

Each moment in the day
passes like hell
as if word has always been
a jail for me,

I surrendered so many times
to the good and that only seems
like a statue with his hand
on his ear to me,

I asked my angel
what did I do?
did I kill the preacher?
though unanswered
she too left me.

I ask you ohh God
who did this?
who created hell?
did someone curse me?

Sandip...