Misery

old poem...

Misery

Softly screaming flesh entwines

A bitter soul, a heart and mind

Bones aching, crying out

Nerves broken, falling down

A carnal prison demands it’s due

Shattered reality, shaking terror

A person laughing, who’s no longer there

On their knees, they call to you

For a dollar, a dime, any nickel will do

“I did my best, I couldn’t cut it

A glass too sweet, a bottle too fine

My crime good sir, was that of time

I lost myself, in my own mind

Please good sir, pity me”

Vacant souls, their eyes dull and faded

Begging for sacrifice, a minor tithe

Holy sacrament, awaiting nurture

A hand a whore a pipe or a show

No family, whom to feed

Their sign a mockery of honest deed

Crumbled dreams, the good time’s gone

Lust for a singular moment, a perfect fix

The first time, ever fresh in their minds

Devotion to a slow destruction

A lifetime of moral crime

A moment’s gain for a lifetime’s loss

Slavery calmly bought

You had your chance and threw the dice

And at once you gave in, and learned the price

And now you ask, why should I pay?

Why did I play this game?

You had a taste, and in it found

Misery, so sweet, sacredly profound