The dark is comforting.
It hugs you when everyone else left.
When everyone else laughs.
The darkness comforts.
It give you peace
It gives you a home.
It gives you ideas.
Poissons thoughts.
Tells you how insignificant your problems are.
But it's there.
And that's comforting.
It doesn't laugh.
It doesn't compare.
It sits silently.
When no one else listened.
The darkness did.
YOU ARE READING
Poems by S.S.
PoetryPoems that are horribly worse than A.A.'s and should never be read in all eternity.
