Evening Poems: The Comfort of Lonely

~ Brooke F.

The sadness hurts, but at least it listens to me when I talk. 

The security of the space by my sides as I walk. 

The comfort of sadness and of being alone. 

Is the one thing that has remained loyal as I’ve grown. 

The unfortunate thing, is depression is a friend, 

And the only one who stuck with me till the end. 

I know what to expect in this cloud of grey. 

Despite frequently wishing it all away. 

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Published by Brooke F.

I’m a college student who has unrealistic dreams of being a famous authoress who writes mystery novels. Either that or a goblin... haven't decided which. I live on a farm up on a hilltop where the wind likes to mess up my hair and the trees sway poetically in the wind.

One thought on “Evening Poems: The Comfort of Lonely”

  1. This is very well written and very true.
    We say “no one wants to be sad” but at the same time we cling to the depression because it is safe and not really sad but empty.

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