Sweet Misery

I can see 

On your face

Where your youth had been.

Bright green eyes,

smile lines,

light red rosy skin.

You sit there 

in despair

counting down

every tear

that falls from 

those green eyes

to your tangled hair.

You look out

with a pout,

face behind your hands,

looking for

just one more,

one more who understands.

Someone great,

who'll stay up late,

with whom you can

commiserate

and then you'll laugh

a painful laugh

and say that you're complete.

If I had 

a magic cure

to take away the pain, 

You'd smile and then shake your head

and say you're fine this way.

Reviews

[Morgoth Azreal]

The embrace of suffering is hard to write about. You are close to completely capturing that dreadful loneliness and self destructive acceptance of despair. Keep writing

[laRagazza]

Thanks for saying that! I was a little worried about keeping an objective view so as to describe the state the woman was in. I'm writing from an outsider's perspective so I'm glad to see that I was successful in getting my point across!

[idiotproof--1]

I really like the end of this. It really makes the poem into a neat balance of happy and sad because while most of the poem is about how sad this women is at the end she says that she wouldn't want to change even if she could. one thing that's a little off is that you seem to switch between having a rhyme and not really caring I'm not sure if that was intentional or not. otherwise I really enjoyed reading this.

[laRagazza]

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing my poem!! Actually what I was trying to say was that she's so miserable but she doesn't want to change because she's comfortable in that state. I guess that's what your interpretation was too, except I wanted a more negative portrayal of the woman. But it's cool to see that there could be more than one way to read this poem; that's one of the things I love about poetry!