Sixth in my Series on Dying

In the Depths of Sweet Misery

          …on My Journey of Death

            By Ann Wilmer-Lasky

 

            NaNoWriMo is over, and having enjoyed a sweet respite from my life, I am now back, with a vengeance. I am dysphoric. I have always been dysphoric. I will always be… You get the idea. To those who have found happiness in this life, I make obeisance. Good for you, but for me, on the whole, life sucks, always has and probably always will.

 

 

 

When life hands you lemons,

Make lemonade.

Yeah, try that without the

Sugar to coat it.

 

My poem of the moment follows. In the Throes of Dysphoria — the sixth in a new collection which will be published at or before my death, depending on how long I have left.

 

In the Throes of Dysphoria

            By Ann Wilmer-Lasky

I'm sorry that I got

Old and near to dying.

That the myriad nails in

My coffin have all but

Burst this old, wounded heart.

Now I'd trade my life's long

Misery for a moment

Of fatal happiness.

For I'm tired in my soul

And find scant respite in

The fetid air I breathe.

Melancholy causes

The clouds to dark my sky.

The wind now barely moves

From dawn to dusk, from birth

To death. The tide brings in;

The tide takes out, and I

Lie washed upon the shore

Waiting, but biding time,

To be borne out again —

To lay my tired soul

In the arms of sweet peace

As I've not lain before.

This day I face regret,

I shall not die today.

 

Ann Wilmer-Lasky is living and dying in Roswell, New Mexico where she writes Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror novels. Her published works include: The Chronicles of Acqueria: Blood Moon Treachery , The Seasons of Sam Rock  and the 25th Anniversary Edition of The Castleweaver's Tales - all available on Amazon.com