A thin and thready threnody
played by the winds on the phone wires.
An eerie haunting melody
regretting unfulfilled desires.
A lamentation which can steal
your joy in life and make you sad
Enhance the miseries you feel
If you are wise you stop your ears
refuse to give in to your fears.
If you do not you will go mad.
The lost souls carried on the wind
Are seeking victims constantly
to join their ghastly company.
To share in their unhappiness
and they can find them easily
In people who cannot express.
Their joy in life to anyone
but wallow in their misery.
and in the end are left alone.
A self fulfilling prophecy.
1-Aug-08
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Ahh sad but true, people do Wallow in their misery They make others blue They bring (them down too) With this constant - negativity! ! *10*! ! Good One Ivor! Friend Thad
this is an eye openor to me.. I close my eyes and ears for all those unpleasant...let it come and attack from all around... wise not to react.. thank you for this prayer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This condition of clutching misery to oneself until it berefts you of even aquaintances, is so prevalent today, this needed saying loud and clear as you have done Ivor. Beautifully rhymed too. Greetings from Fay Slimm.