Lost twenty years in misery’s company,
hosted by it’s long winded chats of pity,
picked up it’s bad habit of smokes, and drinks,
on the road trip,
Fell off from it’s failures,
lost translation in its harshest speeches,
fought through its sarcasm, poverty, abstinence, wanting effortlessly,
to impeach it.
Lost twenty years,
in misery’s obstacle course,
it’s guilty mazes,
the blaming, shaming shadiness,
a need of divorce,
from irreconcilable dangers.
It’s multiple personalities,
its facade too change,
It’s conscious effort,
in slipping in another cup of coffee,
to brim eyes, while steady explaining.
It’s theatrical grab for hands, changing the subject,
too the weather, no clocks present to absorb the visit,
as talks went on forever. Lullabied into its needs,
wouldn’t let go.
Offerings of tea and crumpets,
for it had,
more too show.
The usual suspect, with allowance of treason,
finding dismissal in facts,
As we sat eye to eye, unknowingly, tandem victim.
As misery spreads wings,
to assure its dread,
It’s being alone,
A clean break away, in midst of it’s sentence, just broke.
No longer in its presence,
to hold misery’s hand,
sighs of relief,
too accompany a new balance too stands,
as luck, looks up,
giving blessings they’re
Never again, too look back,
no more a hostage,
kept against will,
in the company of misery’s,
and havoc, in lives,
it doesn’t live.
Life lessons -By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose -revised
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