Comfort (E) # 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 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 eyes losing sight, seem more aimed suffering, blurring: 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.