Monday, September 28, 2009

Failing in Comfort

Too ready to meet the fight

Too assured and well fed

Of my needs I have one to meet

To release my greed and fear

Pity that still in comfort I tread

I sit

Lamenting my loss

Waiting for the tension to spread

And the door once more opened

The voices again speak inside my head

Light given

Hope to the dread

1 comment:

  1. We that are in comfort fail in it. Those that are without it strive for it. There is no happy medium.

    I like this poem. Don't throw this one away.