Miserable

**I actually like this. It fit in with my anthology involving the "All hope is lost" and "If you give the world a cookie". Again, help with grammar.


Miserable


Don't the boundaries,
between utter joy and torment,
get thinner with each day?
Or does the torment just take over?


Kinda funny in a way,
the maddening, bittersweet pain,
like that of a paper cut, or splinter,
that you just hope never goes away.

Oh, but it fades away.
It always fades away,
into that sickening, numb feeling.
A grey matter.


Do you ever tire of the grey?
Is it easier in black and white?
Dealing in ignorance,
always paves the way of bliss.

Or is that a fallacy?
None can be truly happy in stupidity.
You just can't comprehend the pain.
And I hate you for it.

Damn you, ignorance!
I curse thy name for it.
Yet I praise the condolence it provides,
to the weak minded.

Those of meager minds feel the love,
of pack wolves concerned for themselves.
Is the lone stallion truly such a terrible path?
Or is it the one of enlightenment?


But to be enlightened is to be alone.
To suffer.
The flames of those who shun,
burn everlasting.

The social lobotomy offered,
is such a comforting escape,
for the weak willed.
But is compromise the only answer?

Must I toss the values to the wind?
Or is there another way.
I don't want the pain any longer.
But am I willing to live without misery?