Misery

A misery
can live its life
in quiet and humble ways

or shriek its name
across the clouds
proclaiming end of days.

It matters not
to those that feel
its everlasting sting;

a harsh embrace
to crush a heart
that once had lived to sing.

© 2014 Stephen Boothe

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Fifty plus year old Network engineer, father, grandfather, webmaster, graphic designer, guitar/bass player, yogi from Texas. View all posts by txyogi

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