ComfortA Poem by The Exiled WolfNormal people see the superficial truth, outcasts see it the other way round. I hope this piece will bring you some comfort.“Comfort” Is the reason that in nowhere I will find Despair The only thing left in me is Hope When friends come and take away My solitude and my darkness The knives driven through my heart are Withdrawn When love is Used to heal my broken heart It Even though Can look pale sometimes Comforting words like “are you ok” Will still heal me slowly The veil of lonely nights Shall not cloud my soul The light - The aura of soothing Is going to dispel “Harm” © 2017 The Exiled WolfReviews
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StatsAuthorThe Exiled WolfHong KongAboutAn introverted boy who is not very good at expressing himself in front of people. Love writing and music for this particular reason. I am a beginner in poetry, and am exploring the realms of fictions. more..Writing
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