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Ovi-Odiete Jul 2016
Bewildered and haunted through flashes of memories that relive themselves
I sit and ponder and look into the sky
there is no pain greater than been lost in SELF
battling with a STRONG shadow called SADNESS
she stalks and haunts and bring you moments of agony
she comes along with her sister ANGUISH
and they taunt you,
galvanising and pinpointing your mind to the PAST you left behind






OH SADNESS!!!!!
have you not rendered men a roaming wretch for years?
are you not content with the tears you have drank from your millions of subscribers?
are you not pained because of happiness and her many gifts?
when will you leave the vulnerable ones and stop feeding on their weaknesses?
for how long will you continue to taunt MEN with their horrible past and perceived failure?







You are hopeless and weak and so you feed on people's misery alongside with your heartrending sister called ANGUISH
Leave us alone,
for we do not want to commune with you
you are meant to die alone,
but you have garnered so many souls as your followers
reminding them of their most terrible past
conjuring pieces of AGONY
and feeding them with misery's venom
you are a witch SADNESS
and you dwell in the dark
you mesmerise us with beautiful tragedies and allure us into your cavernous seeking kingdom

ARISE
eschew sadness
before she infects you with her incurable disease
SADNESS has no home
and so she roams*

Ovi Odiete© 2016  All Rights reserved.
Poet's Notes about The Poem

Sadness engulfs the heart and mind and all that is left is gloom.

I was inspired by an intelligent and advanced Poet from Writer's Cafe called Sheila Bowler Kline who wrote a heart moving poem titled MISERY and so I began writing. I must say she is gifted and write from the heart. Here is the poem below written by her and published on Writers Cafe





MISERY

BY SHEILA KLINE © 2016


Not a poem, not a story..........just random thoughts about MISERY! Oh, how it seems to permeate the soul of this writer far too often! Shake it off, stomp on it, run it away yet it ever finds a way of coming back far too often!
Perhaps a bit macabre, but then again, I am passionate about that which I feel within the depths of my marrow!


Misery

O' Misery, why do you plague me with your incessant railing every conscious moment of the day and suffocating hour of the night?

Are you not galvanized enough by tending to the dead who beg to return to the land of the living—skipping and frolicking with fate that swings like a pendulum ‘cross tombstones glistening under a moon made fat by the ingestion of a cycle of the universe?

You torment the living with your unwelcome presence. You take residence with the weak who suffer, slurping their lifeblood to quench your perpetual thirst. You craft a vacuum in man's psyche where joy once flourished as you wound your victim with anguish, making certain to cauterize lacerations that ooze any inkling of happiness.

You count the seconds, keeping tally of moments of vitality ready to unleash a counter attack to hasten the time of their demise. Weakness empowers you like rotting carcasses strewn across the Battlefield of Life strengthens the very soil they now litter.

You are wretched, toting gloom in a haversack of tricks. You were destined to bring grief to man before you were conceived. Calamity is your self-designated birthright. You arrogantly swagger through unending tunnels of doom to cavort in a sarcophagus unsealed by your penchant for woe.

The only light is that of your pride reflecting from the bleached bones of those who have been snuffed out by your doggedness to award them residence in your bastion of suffering. A lantern may flicker yet your foul breath smothers it before it lights the tinder and thus a flame of hope.

Those you infect with your virus of despondency pass it on one to another in a never ending stream of tragedy and despair. Misery, you are a driven contagious force that cannot stop as you have an insatiable appetite to commune with your casualties - "Misery loves company".

Sheila Bowyer Kline©2016


"If misery loves company, misery has company enough." - Henry David Thoreau
Pauline Morris Jul 2016
When I was young a monster took my hand
Lead me off to monster land
When he was done he passed me off
All the monsters turned to me and scoffed
They shouted out in unison and glee,  "this will never stop"
They threw me on thier block and chopped

They chipped away my innocents,  replacing it with anguish
They took away my joy, leaving memories tarnished
They stole the light in my eyes, now all I see is gray
It took a few of them to make me see this way

Even though I ran so very far
I couldn't get away after all
They finally left one cold winter day
But chained to the memories I still stay

They still hunt me in my dreams
The memories of what they've done still stream
They can still make me scream
So judge me if you want, my life's not what it seems
Ovi-Odiete Jul 2016
~
©

This Night is seemingly too long,
           as i sit espying from my window,
alone with the shadows
                                 And Voices.
I see the Night falling
            as darkness takes its shape
And Structure,
            the Night is Made.

A Baring Owl Screams
               from the back of the Fence,
       alerting every one of
the witching hour
         And the Moonlight moves on,
               shining and glistening,
          Radiating the dark night.
          The Sky holds no guiding Star
                    tonight
And men Sleep beneath
                   A
Strange Moonlight.

This Night is traveling too far
  As Anguish takes the better half of me,
                I sit in sorrow and illusion,
               Fighting a thousand fears,
that troubles me without a smile.
I slip into the Night
                          Saddened
                    The Night has swallowed
          My Glory
                     and here i am in dismay.

        Two Nights born from
                     A
                 hopeless day,
where pain and sorrow
                  visits with their
                        twisted hands,
Strangling and Manacling me,
          Who can Save a Wandering Soul?
          Where he searches for the other
               part of himself.
      Where
                two nights merge as one
       and a long journey emerges.

               Two Nights in one day,
Where my Screams Reverse back to me
                             And
all i hear are voices
                 Of Silence.
This Night is tortuous and treacherous,
        This Night is so far from home,
            This Night may never end soon,
                This Night may last forever,
                    We may not Awaken.


~© Ovi Odiete.~•
Originally written 2015©
This poem depicts the depths of MISERY and sadness.
The height of loneliness and PAIN.
The struggle and trouble that grows within us when we feel an EMPTY VOID IN US.
Its a sorrowful description of the most tragic phase of Anguish, where the PERSON feels lost, dejected and swallowed by the Man called MISERY.
Like a poet friend of mine wrote recently on her poem on WRITERS CAFE TITLED MISERY "MISERY LOVES COMPANIONSHIP, because Misery is lonely.
Ovi-Odiete Jul 2016
Darkness covers the mind
And
Hearts,
And all there
is left is
Gloom.
LeV3e Jun 2016
I can't take it back. All the agony we put each other through. I wasn't alone in the achievement, you see, it was a mutual decision. For so long I closed the doors, locked myself away from everything I had ever known, but how could you know what I was going through?! Or how could I know what I was doing to you.... it was selfish, and I'm ashamed to admit that I'm not sorry for taking the time necessary to grieve. I just wish we could start again... not start over, I don't ever want to step back into the past, but to take the things I've learned from yesterday's withdrawn eclipse and bring them to your light. But you're ashamed of me.... even worse, because the honest truth is that I left you behind, and it took the love of another to open my eyes and see that you had always been there for me. Sorry isn't enough, and I'm not sorry, because she's so ******* beautiful and without her I'd still be hiding in the shadow of my former self, but that's the position you deserve. I want to kiss you, and **** the poison that jealously is seeping into your heart, but you're too righteous, too realistic for romance at its finest. Kindness can only go so far... I guess my negative *** out ran you years ago. I'm sorry it took me this long to look and notice...
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
With bullet like words I'll let it rain
So everyone can ******* pain
Let them crumble under my strain

Someone needs to ring the bell
I already fell
All my life I've tasted the flames of hell

Hit after hit, bout after bout
No ones there to help me out
With deafened ears they hear my shouts

I've ran out of options, ran out of luck
Now I'm being ****** in, I'm stuck
Will no one brave the quicksand and pull me up

Look at the mess they made
Not helping a friend that could've been saved
I hope they never come to my grave
Viji Suresh May 2016
I lie there with my eyes open,
The dreams carrying you relentlessly through every pore,
In the state of rest, my heart thrashes...
You hear me, baby?
The throes of an anguished singer.

The world can remain dead to my song,
The song might get lost inside the tomb of your heart,
But when it laps gently on the walls,
Don't you feel the flutter of a loved soul?
When it thrashes wild inside your heart,
Don't you hear the feel of your anguished singer?

My baby! I feel light and lifted,
The song gently kissing the pores skipped,
Ah! There I see a trace of light...
At the end of the tunnel a new song awaits...

I shouldn't have turned dear for that last look,
You didn't stop, yet I stopped,
Frail, I headed back...
The song squeaked, hoping to touch your heart...

I lay there, my body still,
Your steps echoing inside every pore,
My heart baby, beating fast,
I waited as you came across,
The steps halted but you walked past,
In the state of rest, my heart thrashes...
You hear me, baby?
The throes of an anguished loser.
Viji Suresh May 2016
The shortest distance, I thought
Was between two hearts,
I only had to take a step,
And already there at your door step.

Several months,  your door shut,
I worked alone fearing distress...
Wearing a smile for the world to see,
Gripping the pain holding it within me.

You have your reasons for staying shut,
Not realising, you are inducing a cut,
I try to force myself closer,
You add more distance and walk further.

I am not used being without you,
I don't want to force more trouble on you,
I keep asking do I deserve this pain
But without you my life is vain...

I remain... Bearing pain..
Dawn or not,  I will remain,
Life or end,  I will continue,
Hoping your love will renew.

With love,
Hope
James Alai May 2016
I'm a hamster in a wheel.
Where am I going?
Nowhere. I am going nowhere.

Thirsty...
I **** on the tube of warm water.
Hungry...
I eat  dry pellets of god knows what.
And I rely on you.
For nourishment. For my little life.
I need you.
You keep me alive.

You bought me a home-
A little cube with see-through walls.
A cell with no bars.
You gave me a bed-
A pile of scented flakes.

And through the walls I see the outside.
I see freedom.
A half inch away
But a half inch too far
The walls keep me in.

I hate you more then anything.
I despise you.

But I need you.

For water.
For food.
To clean my ****.
I need you.

I'm a hamster in a wheel
I'm a hamster in a wheel
And I'm going nowhere
nowhere at all.
This is my first poem in about a month. It's not polished but I needed to get this of me. Enjoy.
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