Homecomming Poem by Antonia Anthony

Misery has come home
On this cold December day
She has embraced me
With a smile that only welcomes death

I do not pretend not to invite her
For it was I that gave her the key
And it was I that led her to that room
Where she unpacked her bags and prepared
For the night

She knows no limits, I gave her no restrictions
I ache for her to leave
What a great fool I am
I should have known because I was shown

I live everyday in this torment
I lie awake at night with no comfort
Sometimes when I have fallen asleep
And all around me seems still and at peace
Misery will come and lie beside me, explaining
That the room that I gave her was too far and too cold

In my bed she lay sleeping
Behind me she curls up
I hear her breathing like it was mine own.