Some find comfort in others.
Some find it in blades.
Some find it in flames.
Some find it in alone.
Some find it in pain.
Well, I do not find it.
I am to comfort but never to be comforted.
I do not wish to be weak so I sand strong.
I am the protector and not the protected.
I am the flaming blade to cut though your loneliness.
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoesíaPoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
