The Color of Comfort

Poem depicting what role comfort plays in a depressing life

The Color of Comfort

I danced with depression
Flirted with disaster
Every step closer, I’d only spin faster

Bright eyes pressed shut
Blocking the light
The world was a monster, only I couldn’t fight

I found comfort in tears
They didn’t judge
I held on to false pretense
And firmly grasped grudge

Who I thought used to care
Only hated me blue
Which in turn made despair
An irresistible hue

To my memories
I wish you  forgotten
To my ambitions, my dreams
the goals I’ve begotten
To my self esteem
you weren’t worth the struggle
To my ‘maybe’s’ and ‘hope’s’
you only caused trouble

To whom it may concern, I never found love
All my pathetic attempts
Seemed to fall short of
The typical bar
Set by high expectations
They all turned their heads
At pleading lamentations 

This could’ve been different
If someone said ‘try’
But with what I know now
It takes less effort to cry

The color of comfort
Serenades the tired heart
But it can never restore
What is falling apart