MISERABLE

By Chelshi Loyall

Miserable are my

Circumstances,

It feels cold

Someone has pulled

the blanket,

I was wearing On

Later

I wanna fly high,

Going beyond the

Clouds, but

Don't want to die

Further ahead,

I wish,

They'll fade,

The pityness

I carry, is the sum

Of my weight

Through the thick and thin

I promised my soul

We go gentle,

And soon reaching

Home,

The place

You and me

Has kept our heart,

We can call that

Us

But it's a little

Far.

By Chelshi Loyall