Woe is me
I weep for hours.
My eyes are dried and barren.
Torture, my best friend
Woe is me, can't you see
That was meant to be,
And, ain't that a shame
When no one was to blame
Happy for a little while
Then, there goes my smile,
Gone back to being shy
... Could I tell you why
Born that way, maybe
A melancholy baby,
So lonesome I could cry
Before I could tell you why
Forty years later...
My world is no greater,
The sky is still blue
Why wouldn't I be, too
And, when I am eighty
A melancholy lady,
That was meant to be...
Why can't you see, woe is me.
(May 10th, 2023)
woe is me
something I never say
Or even think
I am standing by with a pen
anxiously waiting
holding my breath
sorry....
my mind is blank
and my muse silent
Truly there is no cure
For someone so insecure.
Truly there is no cure
For someone so unsure.
Truly that very someone is me,
For I know there is no cure for this misery.
Woe is me, Oh woe is me!
Life is so unfair.
I know all sometimes have hard luck,
But not more than their share.
I live beneath a darksome cloud.
I think I have been cursed.
The minute things seem to abate,
Something makes it worse.
My home life is an argument.
My job is just the pits.
I get no rest, I get no peace,
Sometimes I want to quit.
Quit my marriage, quit my job,
And run away and hide;
But where on earth can I go?
The world is not that wide.
Food and shelter are a must,
No matter where you are.
One must needs support oneself,
Or else you won't get far.
Where'er you go, what'er you do,
You'll have the self same problems.
It's how you handle them that counts.
It's the way you solve them.
You must do it on your own.
No one can do it fr you.
It's called "growing up" my friend.
Just like all those around you.
Oh woe is me.
Life is bad.
Things are horrible.
I live in pure sad.
I drag my lethargic body
Through mire, muck and mud.
Down in the mouth always,
A true Elmer Fudd.
All things are terrible.
I feel ugly and sick.
You cannot help or uplift me.
My brain skull is thick.
I focus on all bad things I know.
Life is full of meaningful powerful woe.
Oh woe is me. The days are brutally long.
Come back here, I want to sing my death song.
In spite of your realization, there is simply no gray.
Life is horrible and bad, ridiculously ugly and sad.
My friends are all gone, they have all run away.
In my world anyway, things are awful and bad.
Woe is me such a poor man
Woe is me
Woeme
Woemen
Woman
Womban
Womb an
Womb of an
Womb of man
Born in the womb of a man
Nature disgruntled
Humanity Confused
Unfounded Mind
On a WIMs notice.
Woe Is Me.
Painful shoulder,
A pain in the neck,
Sore arms,
What the heck?
Chesty cough,
Swollen knee,
Aching joints,
Woe is me.
Runny nose,
It hurts to sneeze,
Enough is enough,
I'm begging, please.
Feeling nauseous,
Pounding head,
Lack of sleep,
I'm going back to bed.
Woe is me I’m lost not found
my feet not planted on the ground,
life is wrong and never right
poor me must always see no light.
Shadows overcast my soul
and nothing ever leaves me whole
I lack support from one and all
none come to help each time I fall.
None understand my misery
or want to hear the way I see
the world just crumbling all around
with nowhere any pleasure found.
Woe is me, it is not fun
I have to walk when others run,
there’s nothing that I’ve ever find
can take this misery from my of mind.
Ivor G Davies
let me who is cognized tell you what is life
life is just another story describing another sorrow
A place situated in the middle of Nowhere
But Still be classified as Somewhere.
There a True Legend was Born
Behind every success there is always a story to tell
life is just another story waiting to be told,
and here goes mine
Growing up was not easy,Tough as it is.
I had no choice but to dwell
felt like I was cast under a spell
But No,life is just another story
rewriting another sorrow.
It doesn't matter where you come from
I come from a poor background.
Through my rolling days
I was unidentified, classified as nothing but a dwelling soul.
Flowing in the countryside
I was laughed for where I come from
yelled for who I am.
But I don't mind
cause I'm riding in this road to success
and I will pass you by the roadside to success
heading to where I wanna be
from where I COME from.
I'm way up I feel Blessed.
and by so doing
i know where I'm going
And when I reach the land of hopes
people will start whispering my success
instead of broadcasting it
They will think I'm bragging
and start hating..
Fell out of bed dis morning
Got up on da right side
Felt something bend
worried I hurt my pride
struggled through the night
and watched da lights go dim
that's when a man's friend
has got to stand up for him
“WOE IS ME”, CRIES THE WEARY LAND…
As the day bade its circadian farewell, the fleeing sun
withdrew its glow from weary war worn trees;
on distant plains, vacant honey hives no longer
buzz with the songs of industrious bees.
The thunder of exploding bombs rains down dreaded death
in the midst of innocent crowds;
as the swollen moon struggles to peep through spiraling
wind blowing smoke and eerie clouds.
What is it in the psyche of man that cause
destruction of his own kind?
Can’t man see that wanton wars will cause us
to run out of time?
“Woe is me” cries out the blood soaked weary land;
When will peace triumph over this insanity of man?
Woe is me, Woe is me
The rafter in my own eye
forbids me to speak of
the redwood tree in yours
From this pain, there is no release
suffer I must, in total silence
Woe is me, Woe is me
Words have no more Meaning
I find myself Deadlocked
In an Ethiopian Night
I Could go recklessly on
But with what Hope?
Will I Glide on?
The Only thing I can find is woe
only woe, only me, woe is me
Voided since the start
I'm contradictory in Armenia
desert Mountains are more like rusty daggers
pierced in my stomach; what else is there but pain?
only pain, only me, pain is me
O, Woe is me! O, Woe is me!
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