Heartbreaking Wounds
amongst rubble, i see an old friend’s face,
her trip had separated our friendship.
she waves me over, but i was too late,
i needed her, and she chose to jump ship.
how could she do this to our long kinship?
anger boiled into dark rage and fury,
but that swift moment was no mystery,
the person to look down upon, was me.
my own pain, anguish, my own misery.
obvious it was me; who else could it be?
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