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Misery Left Behind

Misery, oh, Misery, in chains you have my soul!
Slowing down the moves I make, these shackles take their toll.
I have no way to hold my own, or the things that I hold dear,
And everything I want to hold is drifting far, not near.
I’d been sitting watching life pass from the sidelines.
Been hoping that’s enough to make it through this maddening timeline.
I wondered what would happen if I took life in my hands.
And I found that utter Misery is wandering in these lands.
It pointed back the path I came, and said “It is too bad,
That once the steps been taken, you can’t turn back to what you’d had.”

Though, what I had wasn't exactly much.
I found that Pain and Sadness had infected everyone I'd touched.
Now Memories, Memories, you're all I'll ever know.
And I can't quite pull myself to bury everything below.
The people I held closest, lost their lives to get mine back,
To put me back together, but their dying just spread the crack.
So there I stand, Me. Alive. A 'should be Martyr' at THEIR grave.
The honor should go to them alone, for everything they gave.
But there Death stands upon their tomb, upon their fresh packed earth,
Like a vulture, or a lion, clothed in wool from lambs just birthed.
He doesn't say a word at first, just stands there empty faced.
I wonder what he makes of us? Are we just beasts to be erased?
Then from his faceless chasm, words that of screamed of evil deeds.
"Come with me, I'll grant you power the likes you've never seen!"

A tempting offer, one I knew would come at high a price.
But what'd I have to loose, I'd lost everything except my life.
So off into the darkness, I walked with Death leading the way.
Memories in my shadows, not a place they'd rather stay.
I viewed the world through damaged eyes, veiled in Misery.
And Pain and Sadness stood at arms paired like lock and key.
My passport inside anywhere, no place I couldn't go.
But no where really interested me, so why not join 'the foe'.
'I've been to hell and back.' they said, or so the saying goes.
But they don't really understand, or don't they want to know?

By: Adena Lynn Reinemann
March 13th 2013