Comfort Me

title of the poem has some significance

Out in the open for the world to see,

Her misery was a white rabbit in the midst of an open field;

The rabbit dug until she reached the center of the earth,

Desperately hoping to find her core,

But she could not find the answer she was looking for

Why am I the way I am?

I may not know the answer but two things I know for sure;

That I am in love with misery

a disease that has no cure,

And that I want Sam,

The man I could never cease to adore

Reviews

[Kaylee]

Love this! My favorite is "a disease that has no cure." I've often felt comfortable with sorrow, and no one really understands that. Great Poem. You should review some of my poetry too!

[Wolfie]

Thank you! I am the same way, and I don't quite understand it myself. and sure!