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Where do I turn for comfort?
Tell me, where can I go?
Shame is all I find
Whispers behind wisteria
scowls masked in smiles
sneak attack
Caught unawares
the "stares"

Where do I turn for comfort?
gossip on the grapevine
souls dine
on troubled mind
everyone blind...
too blind to be kind

Where do I turn for comfort?
No friend in the end
None to defend
No one hears the cries
they have their "somewhere else" alibis
.......
they smile
and converse
exchange pleasantries
unaware of the pain
synonymous of insane
normalcy's delusion
they play "Illusion"
not knowing
the state of their hearts
how it smarts!
they smile
and belie
their own little jibes
More civilized
less "in your face"
They don't leave a trace
Nothing to DISGRACE!
they smile....

halo slipping
wings charred
heart seared
I reel
they don't feel
the pain
It's REAL...

Where do I turn for comfort?
When the comforter is gone...
Where do I go?

Surely, you know
YOU…

K N O W


Eileen Manassian

Disclaimer: This poem was written a FEW MONTHS BACK, when there was a painful episode here on the soup. I deleted it, but I find that these same situations come back again. Perhaps from now on every poem needs a disclaimer.....or is that only MY poems?

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