A Universe Laced with Comfort
I tossed and turned.
I begged for a peaceful night .
I begged for the ghouls to take flight,
out of my mind.
I tossed and turned than thought,
"There is no hope.
I'll never get better
and I'll always be alone."
I tossed and turned than saw
the moon shining through my window,
illuminating like a lighthouse,
with it's yellow crescent light bulb.
I laid there and gazed
at stars flickering,
like candle lite flames,
suspended in the dark vastness of space.
I laid there than thought,
"I truly am small
and so are my problems.
I'll be okay."
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