Poetry by: Stacia Seaman

{Black Magic}


Black Magic

You speak of black magic.
A darkness that hangs over you
cursing your actions,
sapping your life force.
The stormy cloud that hides
a silver lining
forever out of your reach.

You blame outside forces.
Your father.
Your mother.
Your lover.
Your job.

Most people blame themselves
when everything they touch
falls apart.

You pride yourself on your open mind,
seeing the evil forces at work.

The rest of us see
a mind so closed
that truth can neither enter
nor escape;

A pit of lies
and blame and doubt
coiling back around itself
until you feed it another innocent victim.

A sacrifice
to ward off
the black magic.

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