Misery is a burden. She carries it on her shoulders, Through every dark and dreary day. Misery is what makes her cry, Misery makes her want to die. Misery is a feeling, That will last through everyday, Love is the only thing that makes her want to stay. One more day with Misery, and one more day with Love. Then her life shall end, and she shall go with thee up above.
Reason for writing:
My Language Arts teacher made us write a poem on a feeling, and I chose this one. It is not one of my best, but I would like to know what you think of it, so I can compare your comments with my teachers.
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