He Never Shook My Hand - Epilogue
I think back now to the man I was,
Before I met my friend,
How different I was,
Altogether an average Joe.
I now sit here a nervous wreck,
Dishevelled and unshaven,
Virtually a recluse,
Keeping interaction to a minimum.
I wonder what he did to me,
How he took my mind,
Took my world,
And left me with these horrors.
We briefly met one wild autumn evening,
He never shook my hand,
But uttered those words,
“Allow me to share with you a different view of the world.”
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