FR/END

When all my friends leave me

When all my friends leave

When all my friends

When all my

When all

When

.............they leave

They....

Me.

Fake or phony,

Sad and lonely.

Torn but waning.

Trust for trading.

Sympathy for lies.

Traded disguise.

My eyes washed out,

Blinded from doubt.

Unable to see.

Who is there, for them or me?

Betrayal of friends.

Betrayal of family.

Betrayal of life.

Betrayal of sanity.

Sobriety fades.

A cyclic decay.

This loss and dismay.

My final plunge....

Who’s out there next?

Who is my friend?

Who is a foe?

How can I know?

How can I see?

With eyes so blind.

Unable to spot.

A treacherous lie.

A lie from a friend.

A lie from an enemy.

Who is my bruise?

And who is my remedy?

Am I just dumb?

Or all this time a target?

What am I doing,

That deserves this calamity?

A cyclic calamity accused of vanity.

Accused of vanity from petty pitch,

Or deep buried jealousy.

No mind is crisped.

No mind is fried.

No mind beguiled,

As much as mine.

At such a young age.

Of such old ambition.

And the work won’t match the timeless tradition.

The weight of the standard my crumbling world.

Of loss...

Loss of a friend, or of what I keep thinking will be no end?

Where is stability?

The threat of my friends.

What irony.