Misery, My Savior

[Dark Muse]

Misery, My Savior

It is true, I live
too much for the misery
inside my head, how many
times before have I dug
up your living grave,
the self-same, I myself
construed

just to prance you
back and forth before
my soul, in the eternal
well of my suffering.

It was nothing more
then a trifling of a time
between childhood and
the next life, but I
mass it on and make you
instead, a god I can spend
a lifetime trying to destroy,

while I pray in the earth
that for you I am an atheist,
a non-believer in your divinity,
but it is I who carves your
image from my own flesh
and bone.

It is your soul I wish
I could cut down into,
perhaps to have you on your
knees instead of the pedestal,
would set me free, but
alas, where would that leave me?

I build myself upon
the agony of the ghost
of you, I keep breathing
air into, because what would
be the meaning of my life if you
weren't my constant misery.

[paperleaves]

I wish I could pick out a certain stanza or image that stood out in my mind, but all of them are so exquisite and beautiful in my mind. I will remember this poem for a long time to come--the despair of digging up old ghosts and the vicarious ambition it builds--thank you for portraying it so intimately.

[Buh4Bee]

Well said Dark Muse! What would we do without misery, that wonderful life companion? Wonderful writing.

:lol:

[~Sophia~]

One of my greatest heartaches was a brilliant poet I knew who couldn't write a word when he was happy/content. Such a double edged sword is misery as muse.

Beautifully done!

[Dark Muse]

Thank you all