Misery My Old Friend Poem by Anthony Hartley

Misery My Old Friend

Rating: 5.0


Misery my old friend
You know I miss you when you're gone
We used to hang out all damn day
But now you never stay that long

Bitterness and loneliness
They were friends of mine
Misery my old friend
You know I miss you all the time

Rage tried to take your place
Flooded through my soul
Couldn't hold on very long
Cause it couldn't make me whole

Building up the drama
Deep within my heart
Rage then slipped away
I was fine with the part

Misery my old friend
You know I miss you when you're gone
We used to hang out all damn day
But now you never stay that long

Bitterness and loneliness
They were friends of mine
Misery my old friend
You know I miss you all the time

Joy took a hold of me
But it just was not the same
Too simple, too complacent
It was really quite the shame

Joy has no hold of me
The hypnotic lulliby
I had to fight free
Couldn't lose the will to fly

Misery my old friend
You know I miss you when you're gone
We used to hang out all damn day
But now you never stay that long

Bitterness and loneliness
They were friends of mine
Misery my old friend
You know I miss you all the time

Emptiness tries to consume me
Nothing for me to fear
I hold on to the memories
You left when you were here

The blackness comes surrounds me
But I know I can be strong
Misery my old friend
You still help me to hang on

Misery my old friend
You know I miss you when you're gone
We used to hang out all damn day
But now you never stay that long

Bitterness and loneliness
They were friends of mine
Misery my old friend
You know I miss you all the time

Misery my old friend
You know I miss you when you're gone
We used to hang out all damn day
But now you never stay that long

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mohammad Akmal Nazir 07 July 2011

Great poem written well with nice texture and imagery. I really liked and rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'A busy street' on page 1.

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