Misery - Poem by Darrel Davis
Come to me O misery, and I shall entertain you for a spell.
You have been a constant companion all my days.
I wouldn't want to deny you your joy.
You are no less than I deserve, no more than I desire.
You have bourne a grudge against me. I cannot resist you sway.
I lean into your fury and you shape my soul like a branch.
There is no comfort for which to flee...at least in this world.
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