Antonio J. Hopson

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A Curse

The eyes catch

My heart unbound

And gently run my soul aground.

A curse from thee

Which sets me free.

To a stable place

Which doth make my heart ache

And slosh abound

This hallowed ground

A sacred place

This darkened space.

 All of these poems and more can be found HERE in the anthology “A Cartographer”.