Comforted

Conversations stumble in silently as I awake
Mind seeks comfort in the arms of my heart
Neglected eyes flutter and tears form slowly

My sanity spins a web of complications
Presenting truths in unprescribed doses
Seeking solace deep within an infinite vacuum

Poise paralyzed by my wounded spirit
Unwilling to let go completely and feel
This pain sends me on a tangent far from reality

Faith is poisoned by the reality of the scars I adorn
Stumbling silently into an abyss of unknown consequences
Pursuing comfort no longer guaranteed in this stratosphere


Telly Morris
Tuesday, April 30, 2013 at 18:40HRS