in a Pot of Misery...
I'm no stranger to miseries
Help, lost its ways finding me
Rains, fulfilled cries, frequently
Pain, kisses, like waves of sea, repeatedly.
Soul screams in agony, while body's still departing
Heart beats fast or slow, blood's fast dying
Breath shortens, falls, death's still rejecting
Eyes fantasies sleep, memory's starts burying.
Wine deceives, drugs fail, peeling misery
Time fills, with nature's meaningless thuggery
Silence shivers, writing futures or history
News omits, adding me in obituary...