Category : Poems

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When cold settles and darkness sleeps
O’er my weary head,
He keeps me comfort; pain he reaps
As like a sheep I’m lead.

Springing happiness bumbles sweet
In memories of old.
For now, at least, I have a treat
Of his touch; his cold.

Like a blanket in a blizzard,
He comforts with his voice. 
To have his draining company
I’ve agreed to by my choice.

Happiness is his twin,
But opposite the same.
Both are sudden, bursting,
And empty, with no claim.

His nemesis is Joy,
Which doesn’t choke or starve
But gives and gives in vain
despite the scars you’ve carved.

I, myself, am tentative 
To the relief offered here.
A wretched snake, a blatant fake,
An identity I adhere.

So with my tired eyes,
Which sparkle though devoid,
I listen to his lies
And see my hope destroyed.

It’s ‘what’s best for me’
He murmurs while I sleep.
While thoughts of paths my trust can take
He leads in sorrow deep.

So no worries, no regrets,
Don’t pity for me, please.
I have a helper—better yet,
A guardian, no one sees.

I have a friend consoling, 
Teaching me what’s right,
Though although I’m left empty,
I think that I’m alright.