Comforted
Byron Poe


Sometimes I'll awake in a fright,
unsure if it’s dawn or still night.

Not sure where I am today
or what I did yesterday

Don’t want to puke but I will
‘cuz the room is starting to tilt.

Pondering my past with regret
--only memories made to forget.

I gaze into the future and find
the loneliest vacuums of time,

then comfort myself with this thought:
My madness is all self-wrought.


Now