Misery loves the lonely,
It likes to keep you
contained.
Never entertained.
Trapped within your own thoughts,
in your quiet reaches
of your reclusive brain.
It wants to sit in the rain and play
solitaire with your mind,
but it likes to hide some cards
So, you can never win,
no matter how many times you try.
Just so it can hear
your silent, whimpered cry.
Misery likes the introverted.
Company is not it's friend.
It wants you to feel
deserted on your travels
It wants to unravel
the unkind things you think.
Just to see what it can find
when you journey to the brink
of the darkest self-loathing
cliff of the mind.
Misery is a backseat driver,
guiding you to an island of solitude.
A sat nav system, taking you
to the deep dark blue. Then deserting you.
With no map or clue,
no light to show where to go.
A diver leading you further down,
to places unfathomable,
just you and the darkness.
Don't scream or you will drown.
Misery drops you
like a coin into a well.
To make wishes
for endless, empty shells,
to fill with mindless
empty irrationality.
Breeding an army
to become
another of its
endless casualties.
Trying to find meaning
in a world devoid of gravity,
like biting on tin foil with
a mouth full of cavities.
Thanks for reading
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