There is comfort to be had in some things familiar
But there was no comfort in that familiar voice
Telling me those familiar things
There was no comfort when the ground opened up beneath my feet
And my arms flailed about, with nothing to reach for but words sharp
But blunt with overuse.
Oct 30, 2011
Oct 30, 2011 at 3:33 PM UTC
There is comfort to be had in some things familiar
But there was no comfort in that familiar voice
Telling me those familiar things
There was no comfort when the ground opened up beneath my feet
And my arms flailed about, with nothing to reach for but words sharp
But blunt with overuse.