Poetry

Misery

I am the feeling that steals your dreams, that unravels the mind and picks at the seams.

Sometimes misery doesn’t arrive. Sometimes it introduces itself.

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

I am your misery.

It’s time I introduced myself,
A little more formally.

I am the feeling that steals your dreams,
That unravels the mind and picks at the seams.

I am the anguish, the pain and the sorrow.
I am the reason you fear tomorrow.

I am the nightmares that puncture your dreams,
The lava that flows in your bloodstream.

I am the reason you’re misunderstood.
I’m the well of uncried tears.

I am the feeling that will never leave,
The creator of your fears.

Sometimes the darkest words need somewhere to go.

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Thank you for reading.
— Shannon x

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