"The Baleful Desire of Misery."

I'm losing Patience with the Recriminations
and the Embellished drama that is a
barrage of constant Unrestrained negativity
daily

And the ups and downs of a laborious life that
indiscriminately contrary to day or time stir
up Strife

Cause the seconds seem to be an eternity
in an atmosphere like this and the arrows
shot out of Bitterness never miss

Deep into the soul they go and like a seed
planted into the fertile soil, they grow
But what they will become when having at
some point in the future reached Fruition
until then, will not be known

A heart darkened and Stark with Spite and
rife with Enmity that binds like chains that
have been Galvanized ten times, only knows
the Poison of scorpions and like their tails
that Inflict woeful agony, never desires a
reprieve; only someone to Reciprocate its
Misery