Misery Business

Misery drifts through the world
In breathless grey wisps
Tied, taunt and aching
Around my skin

A vaporous mist
A most dangerous thing
Poured by death
And bundled with sin

Floating and spiraling
Through the cool air
A refreshing emotion
Most commonly shared

In funeral parlors and
At memorial mass
It follows you loyally
There’s no need to ask

Why the cold is so cold
And the darkness so deep
Why the sun is too bright
There is no time to sleep

As the fingers brush against
Your cheek, a motion of love
From a horrible thing
Your voice is gone-you cannot speak

And the binds tighten
Around your mould and squeeze
The life out of you,
And deliver your soul


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