Comfort Poem by satira black
Comfort
I'm tired
It's late
I'm in pain
Where do I find comfort?
Where is the hand's gentle caress down my back?
The fingers tangled in my hair?
Where are the soft words'Are you okay? '
Where is the man who can cradle me
Pick me up when I fall
Stand beside me, lead me...and lean on me?
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4/26/2024 5:34:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like your style, keep inspiring x