Me and Misery laid up in the bed together.
Why not lay up with an old friend on a day like this.
When the clouds are low and the humidity is high.
We are hugged up like old lovers who just found again
the spark that brought them together in the first place.
Misery holding me close and rubbing my hair
telling me to forget everything because he is here now.
I snuggle in closer because Misery is a familiar friend.
One I feel very comfortable with.
One who I think truly understands me.
Misery wraps himself around me
smothering me with kisses and words,
Until I can't take anymore and I have to leave the bed
where he lies calling my name.
And when I return Misery is gone.
Just like always he leaves without a word.
I don't feel sad that he has left
in fact I begin to smile
because I know my Misery will return
because he always does.