On the Banks of Misery

Here is another poem I wrote my freshman year in High School.

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On the Banks of Misery

Rough waters cried before mine eyes

it welcomes death through its waves.

Scattering her ashes (body) out to sea.

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Dazzled with being free,

she never even knew that she left me,

all alone, beneath the clouded sky.

I wait for her return (Scared of what’s to come).

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As I sit against the bank,

a slight sigh I do hear,

I think it may be her

telling me not to fear.

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I leave for home for the day,

realize that I have had enough (that I have done enough),

I don’t want to wait any longer,

I should move on with my life, (and on to another).

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But as soon as I reach home,

my life is before my eyes,

she came back to me,

even though it was I who set her free on the banks of Misery.

~3.4.12.10~