Most Comparable of Companions

A candles burning wick, a needles painful prod, shards of glass lodged beneath the skin- all comparable to only a few, of the many companions of a non solidified fantasy of happiness.
These most desolate of nights, are all but silent. They shout, roar, haunt me from the highest of treetops, roofs, steeples, even the most distant of clouds and most dense fogs.
The light of the moon, even in projecting it's most splendid of beauty, offers no comfort, cradling or even slightest of consolation, peering down upon me from above, almost as in a superior way- Grazing my cheek while mocking my thoughts, my inner most troublesome tribulations.
Tossing, writhing from one side to another with no settlement promised, there is no manifestation upon peace or easement for my restlessness in the confinement of this bed on this eve, no rest or intervention attributed to my seemingly far fetched, almost unfetchable thoughts of pleasantry or the unstoppable questers of my ever turbulent heart......

Reviews

[Chris]

sad and thoughtful introspection...

[Kate H]

Close to home...