Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Comfort




My knees hit the floor

As the world blurs

And tears flow from my eyes

I hear a sound of feet over my anguish

And the feel of comfort

As soft warm arms wrap around me

The tears stop

As a calm soft voice whispers

That it will never leave

I turn my head

The wind blows

As my eyes land on nothing

And with the wind

The comfort of the arms and voice vanish

And once again the world blurs

And I’m Alone

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