Beautiful Misery

 

Through the cold window you stare

Mesmerized by the settling mist

As white as your skin

And translucent as your dreams.

 

A tear spills from your vacant eye

Turning to ice on your arctic face

As beautiful as ebony lace.

 

The white spray encircles your mind

And rises like the dead

Casting a veil upon your life.

 

This masquerade has made you weary

And the pretense cannot go on

So be content in your misery

Your beautiful misery.

 

By Gemma Lansdowne

 

This poem was published in 2004 by ‘United Press’ in a book called Still Life