I just want this storm to cease,

To find a fleeting breath of peace.

Bad luck clings tight, it won’t let go,

A heavy weight that pulls me low.

What crime, what curse, what ancient sin

Brings endless trouble crashing in?

Each day a trial I can’t escape,

A nightmare wrapped in waking shape.

All I ask is one still day,

A quiet path, a smoother way.

One moment free from fear’s tight hold,

A chance to breathe before I fold.

But sadness lives within my chest,

A sinking stone, a heart oppressed.

I scream, but silence steals my sound;

My voice is lost, my soul unbound.

No ears will hear, no hands will reach—

I fight for love, but love won’t teach

The pain to ease, the hurt to mend—

I want it gone; I want the end.

Bad luck, my shadow, stalks my path,

A curse that feeds on sorrow’s wrath.

I long for peace, a fleeting sun,

But still, this race I cannot run.