November 5th, 2016

Shaman - Horse

Poem - Comfort

Some days desperately seek comfort. Warning, lots and lots of trigger stuff.

Comfort

When peace is the only goal
forever goal rarely found
phantom relic of past times
the dark appeals to the soul
longing to escape the pain
comfort sought near at hand
no matter what is left behind
the forward motion only counts
beyond the realm of discontent
subdued anger set free to roam
where strife is the currency
with nothing gained in the end
everything put to the test
dust to mouth, ash to hold
joyful hope has left the land
emotions left fell the heart
in cemeteries of dreams lost
optimism drowned by doubt
escape is the only way
to the darkness of the night
away from sum of the lies
or to the comfort of the grave.

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