Curse

[E.A Rumfield]

I stay in more and more
curse the light of day
the cold breeze through you hair
your warm mouth open like a gift
curse the shining stars
curse the name of God
the waves crashing against the rocks
I've made my bed
but who said I have to sleep?
Instead I pace.

[hallaig]

She's no worth it, mate.

Simple piece, but effective. Last three lines are good end.

[Pete Ak]

Is your lack of punctuation deliberate? I'm not sure it matters much, I'm just intrigued. The sequencing of the things you curse is also interesting; for me the waves are out of sequence but again you may have good reasons(?)