In Misery Poem by greg richardson

In Misery



Blasted hole in my heart
You've always caused
my beat to be off
Thumpity thump
Thumpity thud
That's how it sounds
as my heart
pumps the blood
I can't breathe right
I can't go far
I prefer to sleep
or drive my car
Not much else
appeals to me
and so I live
in misery.

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