They say misery loves company
Yet I prepared no table.
Nore has misery prepared one for me.
Yet we find ourselves sitting face to face.
We met once b4 in a distant place.
A place I left
I was merely a guest.
Then..
Allowed to come n go as the door stood wide open.
I was young full of hope then.
Running ..chasing the wind.
The years hide in that wind.
Deceiving you with all of life's temptations.
Twisting and turning you in all directions.
Till one day it all makes sense..
Pointless!
And there she sits.. Waiting!
"Misery"
that beautiful old freind so familiar to me.
Holding on feeding the cancer within.
They say misery loves company. Yet I prepared no table.
Today I'll dine alone
Frank R.Caliguire
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
They say misery loves company
Yet I prepared no table.
Nore has misery prepared one for me.
Yet we find ourselves sitting face to face.
We met once b4 in a distant place.
A place I left
I was merely a guest.
Then..
Allowed to come n go as the door stood wide open.
I was young full of hope then.
Running ..chasing the wind.
The years hide in that wind.
Deceiving you with all of life's temptations.
Twisting and turning you in all directions.
Till one day it all makes sense..
Pointless!
And there she sits.. Waiting!
"Misery"
that beautiful old freind so familiar to me.
Holding on feeding the cancer within.
They say misery loves company. Yet I prepared no table.
Today I'll dine alone
Frank R.Caliguire
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