Misery
It’s kept in a bottle,
high on a shelf.
It’s not there for you.
It’s only meant for me.
The warning on the label,
should have kept me away.
Yet I drank it down
even through the burn.
I guess I just ignored the fact
that the potion was named MISERY.
Copyright © Dawn Carpenter | Year Posted 2008
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