Misery Poem by Penko Simmons
Misery
They live a dead life
They give a dead cry
Though they are seen
Keen in their scream
Weak as they dream
With only a wish
A wish to a life of cream
If only Misery was unloved
Walking on broken bottles
Passing through thorns
Washing in a Blood stream
Running from a crime scene
Into a War field
Asking and given nothing
Watching them Living
Leaving us dying
Misery, Misery, Misery
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4/18/2024 11:10:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i don't know what to say again. I am short of words.