Misery Has Hands
I went to shake misery’s hand hoping to reach an agreement of sorts but the conversation rapidly turned into a shambles as it lunged and clamped on to both my ankles, dragging me below my threshold, brave bold and unscrupulous misery unravels us, dead weight lead weight descending, lending to me its unfavourable commentary, forget positivity it’s drilling my frontal lobe, implanting incendiary rhetoric, detonating hundreds of tiny mines in the Cambodia of my mind, misery leaves me blind, night could be morning, excitements got me yawning, I’d love to compliment you on your ten year plan but misery has hands and it’s not letting go, I’m in limbo neither here nor there, misery doesn’t care, it’s probably best you acknowledge it than pretend it’s not a burden, misery’s putting the hurt on
