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MISERY
by Joan SerratelliMISERY
Life is hard
if not difficult
impossible
painful
I don't like
who I am
who I've become
I can't change
life is hard
Mornings are hard
if not difficult
impossible
painful
lonliness sets in
I don't like
who I am
what I've become
I can't change
mornings are hard
Afternoons are hard
if not difficult
impossible
painful
I dwell on the past
I don't like
who I am
who I've become
I can't change
Afternoons are hard
Evenings are hard
if not difficult
impossible
painful
I don't like
who I am
who I've become
Evenings are hard
I welcome sleep
but sleep comes hard
if not difficult
impossible
painful
I don't like who I am
who I've become
Sleep is hard
MISERY
02/16/2009 Author's Note: I don't think this needs any explanation.
Posted on 02/16/2009
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/16/09 at 06:21 PM
Pain seems endless endless endless endless endless endless endless endless endless endless endless endless.
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/16/09 at 08:40 PM One of your best as far as a poetic pounding in the way you've structured this - very, very effective. Including each portion of the day keeps this moving in the reader's mind and sets it apart from just mentioning one moment's feelings. Well done. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/17/09 at 03:02 PM ...joan, painful, yet enlightening to that inescapable moment of doubting our worth, subconciously perhaps, but still...great healthy write of Everyman...Henry David Thoreau said, 'man lives a life of quiet desperation'...this is an example. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 02/17/09 at 03:18 PM Hard, difficult, pain...what a struggle the day is, the message so clear in this poem...it carries from one stanza to the other and yes sleep would be welcome if only it would come...rest dear one rest. smh |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/18/09 at 02:51 AM living it day by day. great expression of pain and loss. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/18/09 at 04:07 AM Something must break the cycle, must and will it so. It is monotonous, but that's the point of this kind of repetitious experience, the loops we get ourselves into that we are loathe, for some strange reason, to escape. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/28/10 at 03:22 AM You definitely strike a common chord in the heart with this one and articulate it well with the repititions... just like life. |
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