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