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Colors of Misery…

The Uses Of Sorrow (In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.”
― Mary Oliver, Thirst

what are the colors of misery

I can’t find the words to say, to make this pain go away…
the landscape is bleak,
my breath hurts
I dare not speak…

Or spill out sounds, tremors stain the ground,
and silence resounds
in ambient vows…

where tinctures of broken dreams,
paint me in dark extremes…

mysterious blessings trawl,
by darkened squalls,
of indigo emotions
unbalanced devotions,
unspeakable doubts,
called out…

and mutterings of dusky woes,
causing me to hold repose, in shadows of composure
abandoned by the exposure
of monochrome

I’ll bask in the misery…
colored by leaden seas,
at rest until




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