The weight of solace

There are times that must succumb

Recline in the pool

in wet corporeal surrounding

or just behind the eyes

that close and picture

faces reflected in a puddle

Gilmour’s chords break easy upon the ears

while the light within is formed

from some distant age

when you were someone else

Tempted to the soothing embrace

of comfortably numb

The axiomatic cocoon

where numbness provides the solace

Easier to feel nothing

when there is too much in that well

Comfort is our cage we build

to contain the beast within

Or walls erected to bar

that which we choose to ignore