No One To Comfort Poem by donavan avril

The turning and tossing of tears,
That have my family in tears,
With the brightest light upon,
Not a healthy shoulder to cry upon.
No one knows my cries or pain.
Its a splendid gift,
When u could find joy,
Such am emotion everyone is seeking for
Which details cries and pain.
With no one to comfort me after my cry...
Everyone want to be in love,
But no one want to deal with the stress.
The loneliness and headache have me restless,
Thanks to coffee and my best friend vodka...
No one to comfort me......
I am all lost out of words
With every tear drop help me,
To develop to someone new
And learn from the past. But
No one hears or knows my cry.
If walls could talk
I would have gain some comfort
Now am on my six bottle of vodka,
That's the price of my comfort
With no body or soul to comfort me.....