Misery Poem by blond lee

Misery



I ruined the flower of my unhappy soul
And sadly wailed in a belowground hole.
Owl's hoots foretold the breakdown of my heart
That only your sweet-toned lyre can console.

Friday, January 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: misery
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