Poem -

STRANGE COMFORT

There is strange comfort
In this lack of love
That rises
With the air below
And coats meĀ 
With
Indifference

And I have come to like it
Well enough
These lazy daysĀ 
Of nothingness
To want not

To need not
And have nothingĀ 
To give

To be excused
From expectation

And all effort
And duration

A release of sorts
Some would say
To selfishly own

All of my days
Spending timeĀ 
Alone
My way
In idle reflection

And I missĀ 
Nothing
There is nothing
ToĀ miss
Save the deceit
Of the friendship
Or loves
Bitter kiss
Ā 
And it is better now
For the lack of it all
Tis my own hand I trust
To help me up whenĀ I fall
And there is strangeĀ comfort
In that.
Marion Price (2020)

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Jill Tait

A very honest endearing poem my friend xxx

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lodigiana

Sometimes the greatest peace is to be found within ourselves Marion..Lovely write my friend! Lodigiana x

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Marion

Thankyou Lodigiana...appreciated ?

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Marion

Thankyou Lodigiana, appreciated always ?

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John Prophet

ā€œSave the deceit
Of the friendship
Or loves bitter kissā€

Takes years and experience to find comfort inĀ 
the quiet solitude of self. Very well expressed.
Ā 

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Marion

Yes there is great peace in quiet reflective moments but also in the joy of being surrounded by family and friends....happiness is in knowing and appreciating the different kinds of joy I think...thankyou ?

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