Misery Poem by Hana Ali

Misery



My own misery hunts it comes
At night and goes at sun up
My misery knows I am afraid
Of it, it hunts like a dead person

My misery shall not return to
Thee I ought be left for my
Dream but not to thee misery
I have learned my lesson

No be friend your misery it
Will be your worst nightmare
So be friend your dreams not your
Misery

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