Sir, where do you go
To find comfort
Who is your special someone
That acts as your safe haven
Morning by morning
Night by night
You held me tight.
I felt comfort.
Were we really close
Or was I a fool
Did you ever feel the same
As the man who lays here
Today
I'm not quite too sure
How to feel
My words bounce around
Locked in this prison
Stating the obvious
Creating the ordinary
How do you feel
I ask the mirror.
It looked in terror
As my heart grew narrow
I can't say I feel comfortable
Looking at you
Sir.
YOU ARE READING
Daystar
Poetryday·star | \ ˈdā-ˌstär - anthology about my life experiences and personal battles 🦋 【 life's a trip 】
