Misery Is All They See
Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar
It appears as though those most miserable,
Are the ones holding onto the notion
That yesterday was a better place to live than today.
And things then could be better...
Only if yesterday came back.
With selected memories allowed to tap.
There is a denial attached wanted back.
And the facts today have saddled them with sadness.
Unhappiness keeps them wishing.
Reminisced times confines them to lost dreams.
They find themselves stuck in a rut.
They wont give up their sorrows!
Nothing shared or said about reality,
Frees or releases their grief.
Everyday they say, 'Things aren't the way they used to be! '
And everyday tomorrow never comes.
Even today for them has been delayed.
They refuse to live it!
No time of themselves do they wish to give it.
Misery is all they see.
With a wish to breathe it in its totality!
And identifying that...
Helps them attract more sadness to carry,
On their backs.
'I need more! Give me more!
What will I do without it? '
And the act of it keeps them seduced.
Like a habit loved they will not surrender.
Or ignore the sickness of its pleasure to abuse...
Over and over again like a willing victim,
Denying its end for them!