Behind my stubborn door,
With no ceiling and no floor.
No way in and no way out,
Your voice within cannot shout.
You'll be alone, sometimes lying prone.
Should you turn around, there's seldom sound.
Though you seek a key, none will set you free -
Only me, yes... only me.
My castle I have built is made of dirt.
Its only purpose is to cause you hurt.
I wound the ones who have no doors,
And trouble those with broken floors.
And if there is a light in sight,
It flickers cold and shines black-bright.
You cannot flee -
Can't you see?
You're powerless
To escape from me.
Behind my frozen door;
With no ceiling and no floor;
Nowhere to go, nothing to show,
There is no up, there is no down -
All travelers here wear a frown.
Those who long to be set free
Have learned my name, Misery.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 2:56 PM UTC
Behind my stubborn door,
With no ceiling and no floor.
No way in and no way out,
Your voice within cannot shout.
You'll be alone, sometimes lying prone.
Should you turn around, there's seldom sound.
Though you seek a key, none will set you free -
Only me, yes... only me.
My castle I have built is made of dirt.
Its only purpose is to cause you hurt.
I wound the ones who have no doors,
And trouble those with broken floors.
And if there is a light in sight,
It flickers cold and shines black-bright.
You cannot flee -
Can't you see?
You're powerless
To escape from me.
Behind my frozen door;
With no ceiling and no floor;
Nowhere to go, nothing to show,
There is no up, there is no down -
All travelers here wear a frown.
Those who long to be set free
Have learned my name, Misery.
I was working on a poem about sickness and it did not work for me. I moved some lines around and did some adding and subtracting and ended up with this poem. I like it but am not sure it makes sense.
