Misery

by Idiosyncratic   Sep 11, 2005


The weak, the elite
The best at misery
A fragment of strength
In a blood-sodden sea

Riots of pain
Knives clenched in tight fists
Drip by drip
Wrist by bloody wrist

To suffer, to search
Soul-based demands
Clamor slowly ahead
Weak voices, limp hands

Hands clasped in prayer
For what, they don't know
Desperate for a sign
Although it won't show

Teaching others their ways
Spreading their lies
Eyes closed, heads bent
Palms toward the skies

They end their lives with knowledge
Of what comes after death
A place of peace and happiness
When they breathe last breaths
And they know others who don't believe
Now face the fiery depths

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  • 16 years ago

    by Anaisthitos

    Veryy good. This poem was excellent. It was oddly confusing, yet crystal clear.

    My favorite lines:
    They end their lives with knowledge
    Of what comes after death
    A place of peace and happiness
    When they breathe last breaths

    Great job!! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Vanessa

    Wow again the words wee so effin twisted and dark. I loved this. really and truly you are a great writer, with a pure talent. the word chioce showed deep strong emtions, and the imagery was beillantly ivvid. 5/5 once more.

  • 17 years ago

    by Kaila

    Oh gosh!! this is sad and very grousome to think about but you made it an image in my mind which was good so nice job!

  • 17 years ago

    by Stephanie

    Wow, very sad and depressing, yet wonderful. This poem makes you think a lot and that makes it interesting to me. Good job with this one! 5/5 Keep it up!

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  • 17 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    So sad, my friend. this poem was awesome, very depressing though and kinda wierd but i loved it all the same
    xxxxxx

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