Below is the poem entitled The Comfort And The Hunger which was written by poet
Ainsley. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Time drifts after midnight Disconnected from reason As if the air it's self were alive with it's own kind of magic Filled with the sweet angels and vampires of my days And me remembering the comfort and hunger of their love and or lust And knowing I would be nothing without them Just another man without wings who had a need to fly Time and my mind drift after midnight Up one primrose path and down another endless ally way into the city lights Its so strange you know but I can't remember now who drew first blood Who gave up the world for love And What it all means to be the survivor when love has fallen far and away into the night The world and I are changing And those by polor blues have got me by the _ _ _ _ _ again So strike up the band while there is life there is time For one more song and dance