I believe in living a human life; this means sharing all the vulnerabilities of the human condition.  Perceptions and obsessions of happiness can alienate the most basic human emotion and can add to the struggle of finding peace with ourselves. Misery finds itself in a world of secrets.

Misery

As I walked past you, I heard you whisper my name

I begged you not to stare at me, as your scent brought you back to life

You pulled me in, and I could feel your fingers touch my skin

The moment you touched me, I felt a draft that I evaded as long as I could

An ache so deep and heavy, I collapsed from the weight

Please spare me the pain of loving you again, and let me go

As you scratch my skin, make sure you take all that you can,

as it will feed your insatiable appetite of me

As I walked to the door, tears stung my cheeks like acid

and my heart slowly stopped beating

As I pushed the gates of the chamber open,

I turned around to beg you to leave me alone

The wind started to whisper; so profound I braced my ears.

I suddenly heard what I hadn’t know before; you needed me all along

As the force blew like a thousand hurricanes,

I stepped into the fear and closed my eyes

I felt your fingers slip into mine and we walked into the storm

When our eyes met, I saw what no one else could;

the moonlight reflecting on a single tear

I could read your lips as you spelled out every syllable;

t-h-a-n-k y-o-u m-i-s-e-r-y,

I l-o-v-e y-o-u.

Carl Meadows

November 30, 2014