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, found countless nights tossing, being other than sleeping; captured in this maze of confusion within its uncertainties: confounded in moments of doubting myself.


Fear frequently crosses, not a moment to relax from piling up tension; battling an unknown foe, trapped in my own mind, seemingly to me an enemy that's unbeatable: losing to a much more superior force.


Tears that are dropped, meaning nothing, holding no value by this loner; dried blurring eyes losing sight, seem more aimed at suffering; 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 me containment then these unknown disruptions.


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