Misery Poem by Bryan Norton

"Dear misery, forget me not
The one that disappointment wrought
Is really not the one to be
The one to claim the victory.

I'm sorry for the life I lead
I'm sorry more than I can bleed
My destiny may yet survive
But how it hurts to be alive."

Compelling pity suffers more
The senseless shame of years before
When innocence of sense beguiled
Betrayed a pure defenseless child

But though compassion must compare
The passion with the just and fair
The finer folk who bless the young
Cannot redress a mocking tongue

What happens to a child when
Survival means to start again
Without a clue or clear belief
Except in seeking true relief

To do your best is not enough
Especially when love is tough
So tough we often run away
To die again another day.