Friends
Empty in itself, the soul lives
Feeling of loneliness thrives there within
A sound of peace among the dark
A soul search touch of humanity
Days of friends gone, now aquaintances
Work, life; everyday trails of consistent
We cut ourselves off from society ways
Raising kids, paying bills, a sun up sundown job
We lose ourselves of our own doing
Growing to adulthood,a life has past
Some turn to whiskey in hopes of soaking
New beginning, friends of different standings
Living of a world, existing in our own
What is it life offers except to live
Friends, just like enemies out the woods
In my own the only one I trust
They come and go, some in betrayal
Others, memories carry and people change
Friends of my own domain dominance
A trust only in one I find liability
The delusion of man, untrustworthy in being
Myself, I am my best of all
Seeing is believing, attitude is everything
But friends we are eternal souls
Between the living and dead, darkness light
Only one will you find any true
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