I watch a widowed swan
Lament her departed partner,
I walk through a graveyard
And hear the knell of a funeral bell.

I listen to hopeless music in the street
As a homeless busker maintains a beat,
I remembered it as dashed hope;
I’m reminded of a sentiment of rejection.

[The realisation of the truly horrific]

It’s a feeling of suffocation,
An ocean of sadness that chokes
And feeds on your happiness;
Behold, my misery sonata!

A smile that dissolves on a face,
The tears that fall,
Like leaves that leave Mother Oak
In Autumn, their dying call.

Like a lover who departs for war,
Like a wife that spends endless nights
In her bed, empty and cold;
Like a feeling of unrequieted love.

(If you could look into a crystal ball,
And erase all miseries from your past
Or prevent those in your future,
Would you do it?)

It’s a disposition of distress,
A lake of calm, aggravated
By waves of worry and hurt;
Behold, my misery sonata!

It’s the orphaned children
That wander their homeland, bare-footed,
Past the crumbled, tumbled houses,
Distorted by war and greed.

It’s a suicide victim’s last thought
As she perches upon the bridge;
It’s the sentiment that drives selfish humans
To selfish acts, with horrific consequences


It’s the powerful emotion…
Upon which, the misery sonata ends.