This Curse

By Henry James He sits in his room Startled by what he sees Not knowing what to think Not knowing what to believe The trembling he feels Strickins pain inside He can't run from his fears He has no where to hide 'What is this curse that has fallen on me' 'What did I learn' What did I see He knows so little He suffers so much He hears every whisper He feels every touch Finally he gives in To whatever he's done The game still continues But no one has fun
 

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