The Fall

A Poem by Comfort Lost

Alone
No laughter penetrates,
No release from solitude,
Their happiness suffocates,
In need of refuge.
Alone

Tired
Storms of emotion barrage,
Faltering within my stride,
My own heart brings sabotage,
Caving when pressure applied.
Tired

Broken
I spill myself on the floor,
I cannot rise newly,
Falling apart like never before,
Animal pain, I am beastly.
Broken