The State Called Misery

You’d never know when you walk right into it.

It until you are way down deep in it

It lies along the road to success, at the junction of every derailment.

It has every detail, every memory, every move, and every thing that concerns you.

Leading you down the road to sorrows, heartaches and heartbreaks

It gives you just enough to breath.

It doesn’t want you dead, it wants you kicking.

For he wants your soul stuck and tangled in the disappointments and shortcomings.

The images properly painted, played and replayed reminding you of the mistake ,

Those wrong turns that ended your grace.

It got you where it wanted chewing your nails, and biting your lips

Putting you in right places to see how your mates have moved on and up

New cars, houses and family that could have been yours for the taking

It binds you with an energy that takes only strong will to nap out of

Not sold or dead just in a Miserable wretched state