Misery Comes in Many Forms

Is misery the solid

Heavy on your chest

That steals your every breath

As it pushes you around

And pushes you down

Six foot underground

Or is misery the gas

That sneaks into your room

And seeps into you

And brings an end to you

Or is misery the liquid

In which you drown

That washes you down and out

Oh misery comes in many forms 

By many names

Has no friends

But loves company

And it has no end

The only end being

The one it brings to you

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