Do You Remember
Those days when friends were crystalline true?
I certainly do and oh, the pain of
that remembrance, makes be blue.
Whom can I trust when the sun doth
in its crimson bed set?
To whom, open this broken heart to let?
The internet is a cold, two-edged, very
sharp knife.
Not to live on, nor trust if you want
a fully~ satisfied life.
Let’s see the courageous souls who
can reply to this poem.
It will make most, itch, quirky and roam!
People prefer to run and hide, if they
have an issue with you.
Why is direct communication a thing
here a matter so eschewed?
*This is my point of you. It need not be yours.*
3/21/2022
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