Coming Home

December closing the year, Inviting another to travel the time-flow, With or without, The hourglass remains ticking away. Heart of mine cannot escape, Loving thoughts of a dear friend. Gifted by the Beyond- Only, Long lost of wondering, Soul bound, Pondering in. Are their gods hanging overhead, Lives under feet, Chess pieces, Playing games of cruel tormented moves on us? Check-mate, Life over, No more, Into the abyss of darkness? Or, Simply, Never truly letting anyone in? Broken by promises none carry forth to real, Taking out on everyone else? Only throwing moment breathing to one side, Wasting and never enjoying it's beauty as a friend, Lifetime- Figuring out life, Insane lost of breath- Am I being a true friend speaking truth? Yes, For you see, Half my first life has been cursed by my own thinking. Saving a soul from what I know, This, But, Like others, No one understands, His life is different, Or Is it? P.S. To a dear friend of mine of many years-