To what end does misery lay

Poetry

A bit of hue

And a feeling of blue

Rampant taste of nothin new

But a striking cord of something dew.

Mother’s words a familiar blow

Telling me I cannot woo

My ever lingering woes.

Like a magnet that goes

For every meadow with a meager pay.

To what end does misery lay

Father left and it pained

Something close to a measly gain

His presence only ever gnawed.

The whiskey’s bottle end

Tells a tale of taint

A sculptured faint relief.

The next day we’re back at it again

Dismal tears like ramaging rain

Engulfed every whift breath.

To what end does misery lay

Sisters’ hugs and sisters’ brawl

Holding this while taking that.

Lover’s Judas kiss

Swear to never miss.

Holding a whim of hope

Then the employer says nope.

Back to the tippy top

Of the whiskey’s bottle end

Prancing on the wobble edge

Of what is living and an enticing death.

Cascading every bitty bliss

To the whiskey’s bottle end.

Tonight it’s the only comfort

Of life’s nutty nut.

Holding a tight embrace

Of the remnants of the shell of once a being.

To what end does the misery lay

Do not dare strike a finger

The same misery has no courtesy.

You only dream of the fantasy

That the odyssey

Will be a delicacy.

To each their own mystery

Of what misery might befall.

This is life’s salary

To what end does misery lay.