Personal Comfort Poem by courtney groth

Personal Comfort



Everyone's looking for their own personal comfort...always searching.
After 4 grueling years, I've found mine...found you.
Searching crowded hallways is like drowning....
No breathing...Not seeing...choking but always keeping one hand high above....waiting...
Knowing you will see it and save my life.
Pull, pull me close.
Hold on tight and dont let go.
Cuz when you have me there is reason.... wrapped up in you...
My Personal Comfort...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 28 October 2008

Prose can be a difficult wing of poetics...when it comes to establishing & maintaining a strucure that flows mellifluously, from start to finish...You have accomplished this, here...Solid crafting, young lady... F j R ((()))

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