Inside Me
Let's take a peek inside me, shall we?
Comfort is a treasure hunt,
You keep looking for it,
At every point of your life,
As though someone hid it.
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You think it’s the little bolster of yours,
As it puts you in deep sleep,
But you turn to your pillow at sixteen,
As life puts you in deep weep.
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You think it’s the imaginary friend of yours,
As she never left your side.
Once you start making real friends,
The imaginary one is not in sight.
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You think it’s the friend of yours,
As they make you strive.
You graduate and grow apart,
Apparently, they got a life.
***
You think it’s the love of yours,
As they give you the rope called hope.
Only for you to notice blood dripping down,
As shards of glass coat the rope.
***
You think it’s the job of yours,
As you feel accomplished,
Feeble catches up,
Your time to live life vanished.
***
Outside, I have always looked,
Inside, it’s always been.
***
Me, myself and I was the ultimate comfort.
A little narcissistic?
Perhaps, but when in tears,
You’re the only one that sticks.
***
“In a quest for comfort?”
Look into the mirror,
Not to adjust your appearance,
But your inner balance,
Where your comfort is a camper.
About the Creator
Aswin Alex
Writing my way through this intriguing, bewildering, capricious yet inevitable thing called life.
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