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 countless nights found tossing being other than sleeping; captured in this maze of confusion within its uncertainties: 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, seemingly an enemy that's unbeatable: losing to a much more superior force.

Tears, meaning nothing holding no value by a loner dropped; dried suffering eyes blurring losing sight seem more aimed: given pain other than any softness.

Shadow figures, with no warning, move freely going about, gaining more confidence in their actions, performing daily duties, I do guess, appearing randomly throughout the entire house.

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

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