Misery An Old Friend Poem by Wangchat konyak

Misery is an old friend of mine,
Without which life is unrefined;
It is my mirror of past and present,
Without which time is impatient;
It is my footprint and my shadow,
Without which bliss and drill is low;
It is my secret light to darkness,
Without which life is indebtedness;
It is my song, victory and quest,
Without which I'm unconquest;
It is my root of love and hope,
Without which my world is robe;
It is my sense and my imagination,
Without which there's no manifestation;
It is my mentor and my earth,
Without which I am death.