Comfort Observed
A List Alleging My Benefit
Comfort comes to me, I’m sure
But to make myself aware
Would be to force myself awake
So, as I’ve learned with dreams
I must observe peripherally…
[A simple structure’s all that’s needed
To wander through my mind unheeded
Here the proof’s revealed already
One and Two are primed and ready]
Unfinished thoughts:
Freshly tapped and yet-unspoiled
Creativity and familiarity duel
They reconcile, making run on sentences
I prefer to leave un-spooled
Discordant melodies:
Gentle, jarring rock-a-bye
Defiance and release
Filling all the in-between
Habit forced to think
[Further in it gets confusing
Following the theme I’m using
I must keep my focus lacking
Three and Four are quite contrasting]
Righteous anger:
The briefest semblance of control
Vindicated by the chaotic whims
Of what I try not to think about
And just now almost did
Cuddly cats:
This one’s called a “mulligan”
I’m a sucker for the snugs
Of a fuzzy little floofer
Who purrs when given hugs
[I should’ve known this would be draining
I can I feel my will is waning
Privy to the plan I plotted
Five and Six I barely spotted]
The day after:
(The good kind, not the bad)
Where I breathe instead of heave
And wonder how it could’ve ever gone wrong
And how could it ever go wrong again
That time I did the right thing:
I can still remember the view
From when I stood at my tallest
A trial of Self Actualization
God, what a risk that was!
[Out of breath, I’m worn and winded
But I find myself committed
Still, I’ve lingered here too long
Eight and Nine are catching on]
A bad poem:
Who can really say what’s good and bad
Besides those who know better
Those who do find treasure
Those who don’t find it too
A good poem:
Who can really say what’s good and bad
Besides those who know better
Those who do find treasure
Those who don’t find it too
[A final push to finish strongly
Though the verses may seem wrongy
Effort here has given warning
Nine and Ten escort the morning]
My friends telling me it will be okay:
I do not believe them
But I give credit where credit’s due
They are good friends
And there is comfort in that
Comfort:
Is this cheating? A sort-of Ouroboros?
Taking comfort in the search of comfort
Tells me more than I know how to say
And there is comfort in that
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