Deadly Serious Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

A thin and thready threnody
played by the winds on the phone wires.
An eerie haunting melody
regretting unfulfilled desires.

A lamentation which can steal
your joy in life and make you sad
Enhance the miseries you feel

If you are wise you stop your ears
refuse to give in to your fears.

If you do not you will go mad.

The lost souls carried on the wind

Are seeking victims constantly
to join their ghastly company.

To share in their unhappiness
and they can find them easily
In people who cannot express.

Their joy in life to anyone
but wallow in their misery.
and in the end are left alone.
A self fulfilling prophecy.

1-Aug-08

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