Cursed

Damn this curse of ours
never knowing the hour
we will be back
reliving the same track
over and over again
hating the headaches and the pain
feeling a little respite
only to be smitten by spite
the others raging within
fighting, arguing
wondering when it will stop
nightmares that are over the top
the angry one yelling
no longer silent, now screaming
at them to stop it
candles being lit
wanting it all to end
wondering if we will ever mend
numbness overtaking us
only hope is trust
seeking solace
within the forest