Misey I Poem by Jessy Liz
Misey I
Writhing in the night
Awakened by the demons
Crawling inside of me
The ones you impregnated in my mind
Unknowing, I bore them
They fed off my misery
The agony you sowed in me
I need them and they find me
They multiply in me
I am the host
I am the fountain of misery
I am losing most
All of what they take from me
And if you sow then I will reap
This writhing, aching, deep seduction
This misery
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9/19/2024 6:09:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Life gives us sad chapter.This is misery.A touching poem.