Untitled (And Dripping With Sarcasm)
It’s no gain to waste all this pain.
A disgrace to not always hide this face.
My mind is lame, and it’s a shame,
to feel so numb and not be dumb.
I hate to say life’s not always been this way.
It’s an outrage that I ever lived outside this cage.
Apathy works best for me.
Cold-hearted to myself, the cheaply departed.
Sadness makes me the happiest.
My loneliness makes me feel so blessed.
This bitter resentment fills me with contentment.
My biggest folly ever was delaying this melancholy.
However this ailment is reaching my fulfillment,
Leaving me empty, sad, happy and whole.
My bitterness is such bliss.
A feeling that I would surely miss.
I often lament evading this torment.
This suffering is the greatest thing ever.
I frequently regret never being upset.
Now I daily look forward to the sorrow that’s promised by tomorrow,
and I pray it comes each and everyday.
Without its displeasure I cannot carry on,
for it is my greatest treasure.
Copyright © Daron Long | Year Posted 2006
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