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a response to a poem/short story (not sure which because it was high school) called Misery

By Jada FergusonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

You have decided not to confront misery

You've chosen

To let a stampede of it

Break your spine

And I don't have the words

That will return your

Flattened body to form

Before now

My mind thought of ways

You might re-adjust

Your burdens

And place them under your feet

But now

As your only comfort

Is the one who dare not talk

I have no advice for your sadness

So with the misery you've accepted

I give you my pity

And if I could I'd give you my hand

My ear and my friendship

Because you have the most un-manlike power

I've ever been introduced to

You swallow the evil

Hoping against sensibility to find the good

And all the things you've sent to the pits of

Any part of your body with room

Has not tainted your soul

It's just desecrated your human form

Stream of Consciousness

About the Creator

Jada Ferguson

A poet/writer whose ideas/concepts usually come at the most inopportune times. The pull to bring my vision to fruition can be felt in every piece. Really trying my best to be my best.

Creator of #StoopHaikus (soon to be a phenomenon)

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    Written by Jada Ferguson