Move Me Poetry
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Move Me Poetry

Nobody Knows You, Misery

Inspired by the series, Five Days at Memorial

Photo by Imleedh Ali on Unsplash

Nobody knows you, Misery.
But me. But her. But you.
Nobody knows you, Misery.
But me. But him. But you.
Our eyes are stained with your windows,
darkness, shadow.
Our hands are torn and red,
grasping, praying.
Our mouths are dry from words left vacant.
Our hearts are sliced and broken.
We have seen you, Misery,
the real you,
the one…

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