Comfort In Sadness Poem by Falling Awake

Frozen in stagnancy,
The steel blanket hovers,
Looming across my sky.

I clutch to this sadness,
Evading the efforts of joy,
Safe here from an inevitable drop…

So familiar,
So predictable,
I gravitate to these grays,
For they're easy to navigate,
And fail to cut me deeper.

So set to default,
Without the complexities
Of a range of emotions,
Or pressures to sustain them,
I remain putting out the minimum,
Bare…

Maintaining my melancholy,
Finding comfort in sadness.