If Weariness were a color,
I bet it would match my skin.
If Loneliness had a brother,
I know I would look like him.
If Emptiness were the ocean wide,
I’d spend my life at sea;
But Darkness holds for me a bride,
Her name is Misery.
I wake to face the day, unclad,
My emotions laid bare.
For all to see, stark raving mad,
My venue of despair.
Slowly stirring the cauldron,
Sprinkling hope atop the boil;
The years of my life free fallen
Unto a fruitless spoil.
Still, the relics of ambition
Live, if but to stay my hand;
Coming to blind fruition
In the penchant of the damned…
As the starless sky above me
Holds forever in discord,
And to know you’ll never love me
Stands as my only reward.
If my soul had but an ounce of worth,
I’d sell it for a dime—
If to stop trying to unearth
Redemptions for lost time.
But there it is, the truth in BOLD,
My stark reality:
I only manage to turn hearts cold,
Once they’re given to me.
Still, I’ll present you my best smile,
Like I did once, while living—
Take my place ‘the end of the aisle,
Giving in to Misgiving.
As Darkness passes me the ring,
Place it on her bony finger,
While the abandoned hall comes to sing
For Misery and her dead ringer.
Michael Anderson