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!
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