The Art of Poetry.
© June 10, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Misery is the sadness of knowing
Knowing a truth of your best friend
He with my girlfriend, I have seen
This situation, I can’t mend.

But life goes on
And the truth remains
I played the pawn
Now I wallow in pain

Misery drips from my eyes
My heart still beats
But I’ve died.