Misery Poem by precious arroyo
Misery
The blade that is held by my misery's hand,
has buried it into my still beating heart.
Life has whisper a million lies that only push me deep into misery's arms.
I drift in and out of the shadows of my mind,
through the darkness of my existence.
The pain my beloved misery cause is suffocating me,
causing my soul to scream in agony from the pain that never subsides.
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