Comfort Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

My once tranquil abilities to rest were all shattered, replaced with zones perhaps other than sound rationing, transforming with its issue this new beginning for me.

Sleepless nights found tossing other than sleeping; captured in this maze of confusion: confounded in moments of doubting myself.

Fear rarely crosses a moment to relax from its mounting aggression; trapped in my own mind battling an unknown enemy: losing to a much more superior force.

Tears meaning nothing by a loner dropped; dried suffering eyes seem more aimed: given pain other than any softness.

Shadow figures move freely doing about, gaining more confidence in their actions, appearing randomly throughout the entire house.

I will never give up on my needed amount of comfort; knowing the need for more of it, then these unknown disruptions..

My refreshing moment, apart from being dragged constantly, feeling close to being myself: I was dwelling back in a state of comfort.