The Misery That Seeks More Company.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

if there is something wrong
i console myself with, oh,

it is just a state of the mind,
a matter of perspective, nothing

to worry about, but then things
are really going wrong, blood

pressure rises, anxiety sets in,
loneliness gets wacky, and

emptiness spreads like a mantel
on the table, but oh, i still

assure myself, it is just a
matter of feeling, of looking

at these things, we are miserable
because we allow ourselves to feel

miserable. But, let us get this
straight, we are miserable, and

then the last defense comes, to
save ourselves and just survive,

and this is it, so what? so what?
are you not miserable? ows?