Ode To Misery

My love seems to have passed away The pain of lies and Death's dire sting; All stick with me throughout the day For when morn comes and birds all sing I then recall my misery There is no good this day could bring The screams and yells surrounding me Of miser'ble people filled with ire This hurt remains; how can it be? And yet, perhaps, this is the fire To test my mettle and my trust And find out who's indeed the liar Now of my mind; to change it must For I shall love it now and then So into misery, I thrust!