Misery

Misery

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton

Misery came knocking,
She was as cold as winter.
Brutal with her words,
sentences like knives.
She rode in on a pale horse called death,
alone in torment she loathed love.
So many rather die alone,
to escape her embrace.
For mercy, kill yourself.

© 2017 Phillip J Clayton


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Added on February 16, 2017
Last Updated on February 16, 2017
Tags: misery, depression, pain, death, sadness, poem, phillipjclayton, pjclayton, experimental, writing

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Phillip J Clayton
Phillip J Clayton

Jamaica



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A visual artist, designer and creative consultant with 15+ years of experience working in the creative industry. As an independent artist, also pursuing a host of personal projects and brands. I wr.. more..

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