This isn’t the first time I’ve been here
But I need it to be the last
Before this devil-sent lifestyle
Burns out what’s remaining,
Of my disheveled heart
I need you to heal me again
Because even though sympathy
Is perpetually lost in your life
Your empathy remains a constant
Form of comfort
You’ve been through a pain
Deeper than my mortal mind
Can even begin to comprehend
But the blessing of my comfort from such a thing
Manages to repair your smile
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A Year of Words-365 Poems
PoetryA year of poems, with a new entry every day, free verse or structured, ranging from many different topics. It's something I've challenged myself to do, others are welcome to try this challenge.
