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,
in which it– accompanied.
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,
too slip another cup of coffee in,
to decieve 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.
Pulled 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,
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