Marty King Poet Free verse

In An Area Where I Sit

in an area where i sit
there is an imaginary friend
the imaginary friend has no name
however this person listens without interruption
i feel free when i vent, and this person feels the same with me

in an area where i sit
there is an empty spot
the empty spot has a worn spot there
in that worn spot, my imaginary friend used to frequent
i once felt like a millionaire with a nutty buddy when we conversed

in an area where i sit
there is a noise called air
in the center of that noise called air, i often hear the soft voice of my imaginary friend
what that soft voice says to me helps me to cope with everyday coping
i still feel as if i lost the foundation of what i now lack.....in an area where i stand

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Rev. Gerald Dillenbeck July 8, 2017 at 12:19 PM It is good to meet one who shares this sit spot and knows we break no rule or law to speak of where we sit together, before we stand apart. GO Dillenbeck