The miserable ones.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 11, 2018

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The miserable ones.

A light dims I hadn’t noticed was on.

I find new ways to be lonely, on my own, with no help from anyone else.

Someone tells me a story. It is riveting, real and I am there, with them. It is our story now.

It is my duty to pass it on. But when I tell the same story over, everything is different.

I lose the crisp edges that cut my lips the first time the words crossed me.

And twisty turns, all gone, bent out of shape into straightaways because I am just trying to get to the point.

My audience, they do not hear it the way I did, they are harder to move, and I have far less strength with which to move them.

It wasn’t really my story to tell.

Listen, and rejoice! There is a choice to be made:

You can either live with a man who hates everyone else, or a girl unable to live with herself.

And you must be there too, no matter how much you may be prefer being nowhere.

You cannot live on your own, because your kind loves company.


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