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?" ( Read more... )