Misery
My life is full of misery
I try and try but cannot undo my history
The thought of death is bliss to me
To lie beneath the ground is liberty
Life for them is an amusement park
To me their joy is but a question mark
Out into the world I disembark
Though I do prefer the dark
I often watch and appall
They live their lives full and tall
I numb my pain with alcohol
But in the end, death comes for us all
This poem is about:
Me