Comfort

I read beautiful,
haunting lines each day,
perspectives on humanity,
love lost and gained,
then lost again,
ink bleeding
through electronic pens,
treading past
comforting walls,
into the cesspools
of the damned,
to see their
hate filled
battle cries,
I’ll stay right
where I am.

Emily ©

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