Misery

Misery resides 

Forever inside 

Even inconsequential 

Still it rises and falls 

Periodically it drives 

Pushing buttons 

Turning wheels 

Choosing destinations 

We think 

‘Destiny’ 

We use words 

‘Fate’ 

Merely misery 

A word 

Not a sentence 

No life sentence 

Inside 

Also hope 

Also joy 

Also happiness 

Today 

Misery drives 

Skies are gray 

Road is dark 

Discontinuously 

Rising

Falling 

Following 

Whispering 

Influencing 

Coercing 

Backseat driver 

Good times 

Susurrous 

Happy days 

Murmuring 

It’s all temporary 

Coming and going 

Hello my old friend 

Misery 

Speaking 

Out of turn 

Ever opinionated 

Seeing the dark 

Always interjecting 

Welcomed or not 

The sway attempt 

To topple the world 

Never able 

To chase away 

My old friend 

Misery 

Still 

We go 

We walk 

We run 

We survive 

Held at bay 

While others flourish 

Never really gone 

Just biding 

Misery 

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

August 18, 2022