How I Wish You Were Real

how I wish you were real then i would share with you my pain I would tell you of my life battered by the pelting rains and torn in the raging storm in the pieces my mind is I would tell you of the many days I laboured in the scorching sun in the palace made of stone and sand with tears swallowed by the heat I would tell you of the many times I lay awake in the bitterness of the night waiting for the crow to come back but stay I did until my back ached and years flowed no more But you are not real You are just someone I imagined a friend I created to carry me through the tides an anchor that was to hold me when I failed when I faltered and fell, and yet here I am, falling... deeper and deeper, further from you you don't dare raise your hand to convince me, that even in your silence you're there... you stand still, mute like a forgotten statue you are fading and someday maybe my pain too one day my heart will tame and remember...you were never real you' re just a friend I imagined a figment I created to deal with the horrors my life would become. (c) Moliehi Molupe 2020