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Misery


I won't make it,
At this rate,
Is loneliness,
My only fate?
Will there ever,
Be a finish?
This awful pain,
Will not diminish...
I no longer feel,
That gentle part,
That used to be there,
My heart...
Misery,
Shall ever be,
A never-ending,
Part of me...
My suffering,
Is like vise,
It comes in many,
A differing guise...
You plague,
My thoughts right now,
To death,
I would gladly, meekly bow...
Tell me true,
Of your distaste,
Tell me true,
To my face...
Bring my misery,
To a close,
So I may seek,
Death's sweet repose...

Written by Andrea Opoku-Boadu (aka... Sweetsugarchocolate)

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