The Misery

Misery makes us a pair

Darkens the circles under our eyes

Wets the tissues, or cloth our faces find

Weakens our resolve that tomorrow will be better

It becomes more of a fantasy than a truth

Misery making us crumble

Arms folded around legs

Trying to shut out that stubborn world

Dripping in its misery

Elizabeth Almeida ©2022

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