Misery
Misery
By: Adam M. Snow
Here I am alone in somber;
as I rest calmly here in my chamber.
Suddenly there rose a clatter;
for I hear it calling out to me;
"Who's there that my eyes cannot see?"
I said as the voices replied,
"Misery is me, I am your misery."
I rose from my slumber;
with haste of morning ember;
to be stopped by an essence of me.
"How can this be?" I said. "Truly it can't be me."
This is too real even for a dream;
truly it cant even be a ream.
"So who are you to be a reflection of me?"
Thus he replied, "I am your misery."
He said he is my misery;
if that is the case how can that be?
for I've held this pain in for so long;
that I do not know what went wrong;
for I am also numb,
weary, dreary, and some;
for I know not what would become of me;
if I was to set it free.
For I know now that this will be the end of me;
to be killed by my own misery
I reach deeply within myself letting loose of my feelings;
as my misery whispered in my ear; he said, "Your time is near."
Must this be, for I feel that I'm not ready?
For all the things that I have done, I am truly sorry.
This is truly the end of me;
thus my last words be,
"Misery is me."